Challenger - *Sitting in a window, back pressed up against the frame as she stares out the glass. Been here for about two days and doesn't plan on staying much longer but things have hit a bit of a bump and she is stuck for now. Her hair is twisted back into a bun, a few stray brown strands falling around her head. Her hands are folded in her lap and the rainbow visor that normally covers her eyes is currently off. Giving way to her golden colored eyes. She seems distant almost. Perhaps not though. It's hard to tell if she is paying attention or not to her surroundings.* Hnnn
Caecilius: *Humming an old battle song, he walks at a casual pace through the station, passing through the observation deck of this section's docking bay. The station was far enough within controlled territory that there wasn't a need to keep his barriers up, but close enough to the edge that he wouldn't be hassled by security officers. His shuttle off of this can wouldn't be here for a while longer anyway, but thankfully he had no further business here. Reaching up to his temple, he shifts his visor into a wider range, picking up the faint reds and purples that came in through the observation windows.*
Challenger: *There is a sound, something soft, a hum perhaps that greets her ears making her head turn to find the source. The sound is somewhere behind her however and she can't quite grasp the source from her current position. Though the hum seems deep indicating a male as the source which makes a frown cross her face. Men... her nose wrinkled just the slightest bit.* ... Hnnn *Slowly she moves, uncurling herself from her spot curled up in the window to look around. The golden eyes are quick in their sweeping of the area falling onto the male quickly enough as the area, for what it is, seems a bit vacated. Her eyes are drawn to his first, or what would have been his eyes if not for the visor. She gives him a once over before leaning back against the window. Careful, always careful, of the wires and tubes connected to her body under the clothes. She is silent for a time, simply watching him. Judging to see how much of a threat he might turn out to be.* Curious tune to be humming in such a peaceful place... *Her voice is soft, like the whisper of silk with a sort of strange under drone to it.*
Caecilius: *He came to a stop along with his tune, turning to look at her, wondering what the intent of her question was.* What of it? It happens to be one of my favorites. *His response had a little bite to it, but didn't seem to be threatening, more of an annoyed or irritated tone. Looking her over, the infrared and ultraviolet light coming in through the window seemed to dance among the normal spectrum. Though the visor wasn't exactly clear, it wasn't opaque either, resting somewhere in the middle so that only faint details could be made out behind it. There wasn't anything that particularly stood out about her, but a lot of things could be hidden under clothes. He crossed his arms in front of him and took a standoffish stance, though partly just to show off the markings along them.*
Challenger: *The tone caused her to arch a brow at him. Well didn't he seem to just be the anti social type? Not that she could blame him of course. She wasn't much one for people either. Still he had come in and invaded her area with his humming and then gotten all prissy.* It was just a comment. Nothing more and nothing less. Though.. it makes me wonder at what sort of person has a battle tune as something favored. *Her eyes drifted over him once more. Taking in the markings on his arm with a curiousness that had her head tilting to the side. She lifted a hand bringing it to the round disk by her ear and pressing it. A light shimmered to life forming across her eyes and while it appeared to just be a rainbow colored visor on the inside before her eyes things were different. As information ran across the 'screen' of her visor.*
Caecilius: *Smirking at her retort, reaching up to his own visor to adjust the settings. Lucky for her it was too bright to see behind, but he filtered out the annoying brightness a little bit anyway.* An outlaw, of sorts. Maybe I just like how it sounds. How about you? What's a rainbow princess doing here alone on a space station? Didn't your folks ever warn you about places like this? *Holding his stance for the time being, something about her just made him itch for a fight. He wasn't sure how comfortable he'd be hitting a lady though, and besides, he had no idea how well the station was built. Putting a hole in the bulkhead would be troublesome for all parties involved.
Challenger: *Her eyes narrowed dangerously at first before a soft growl escaped her. Who the hell did this little punk think he was? Did he want to pick a fight he couldn't win? He was pushing his luck, she didn't pick on kids but if he didn't check himself he was going to be in for a world of hurt.* Rainbow princess? That's rich coming from a little kid playing an outlaw. Didn't your parents ever teach you it was dangerous to pop off at the mouth? *She gave a snort and leaned back looking at him with a look that was unreadable considering her eyes were somewhat hidden. She didn't seem at all afraid of him.* A bounty hunter... of sorts. Scoot along kid, least you get hurt.
Caecilius: *Grinning widely at her aggressive response, he wondered momentarily how long this would go on before it came to blows* "Just telling it as it is, I started young." *He paused there, not wanting to give her too much information. He doubted anyone would have a bounty on him, but better to play it safe for now.* "You look a little too well dressed to be a bounty hunter. You sure you're not looking for a date? I can recommend some nice bars on the station." *Watching her recline, he shook his head lightly, uncrossing his arms to stretch them out just a bit. Might as well be prepared if she came at him.*
Challenger: *She just couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was this guy for real? This guy couldn't be for real. She could only look at him for a long moment before shaking her head.* "Started young? Didn't have parents to keep you out of trouble? Or did they just not care?" *She gave a snort and looked away. Dismissing him a touch with her stance.* "A bar... clearly you are a child if you think I would go to a bar for a date. If I wanted to get laid I would go to a bar. Nothing worth actually dating at a bar. Come to think of it nothing really worth the time of day at a bar. ... Must be why you are so familiar with them." *Slightly snide tone that holds a very clear 'better than you' tone in it.*
Caecilius: *Casually reaching up, he switched his visor back to the full spectrum, then continuing the motion of his hand through his hair. This lady sure had a mouth though, but he was starting to wonder if she could back it up.* "Wasn't really their choice, and that's really none of your business." *Lightly stretching his neck, he slowly undid his gauntlets, leaving them on for now.* "I'll give you that one though, the bars here aren't that great. Personal experience of course. I doubt you're here looking for action either, you wouldn't be as dressed up if you were." *Grinning again, he resumed his previous stance, crossing his arms.*
Challenger: *She moved slowly and with a fluid grace. Uncurling herself from her seated position and moving to stand. She moved like a cat, with all the coild muscle and hidden power. She didn't seem at all intimidated by him as she walked forward her movements a whisper.* "Touchy subject I see." *She said with a light smile in her voice. Touchy subjects were always fun.* "I'll admit, I'm not. I'm here on business which doesn't concern you little space farie. So perhaps it's best you just hold your tongue. I'll go my way and you yours and there won't be a problem ne?" *Her voice was smoothe but had feral undertones. Like she wouldn't at all be opposed to whipping his a** should he prove to think a more violent course of action was best. It was clear she thought little of him if anything at all.*
Caecilius: *He held his ground as she approached, a smirk pulling at his face. She obviously meant business, and he would be more than happy to give her some. He started to wonder if he could pull this to his advantage though.* "It's a long sad story that would probably bore you, but how about a deal." *Uncrossing his arms, he slid his gauntlets off, tossing them to the side. Shifting his weight, he lowered his stance and brought up his fists.* "Think you can talk and dance at the same time? Trade you my story for yours." *Grinning behind his arms he waited for her response. Something nagged at the back of his mind, but he didn't bother with it, no need for distractions.*
Challenger: *She watched him with a curious look before snorting and shifting into a fighting position her fists coming up. Her knuckles cracked and she gave a small smile.* "I suppose I could be bothered to dance and talk at the same time. Though I don't want to hear it when you get hurt." *She gave a soft snort.* "Though mine isn't that interesting either. No real point in telling you but ... whatever." *She stated this before lunching at him falling into a smooth dance that was mostly for show until she figured out his style*
Caecilius: *Grinning as she engaged him, he started bouncing on the balls of his feet, circling with her in the hallway* "Welp, back when my mother was helping dig out the ruins on Mars, they were mining eezo nearby." *Lunging towards her slightly, he throws his right arm, aiming a little below and to the side of her chin. Huffing lightly at the motion, he pulls back and continues.* "And wouldn't ya know it, stupid miners couldn't keep their own equipment maintained, and nearly blew up the entire mine." *Throwing a left upper cut this time, he ducked towards her, aiming in front of her nose. Retreating to his defensive stance, he continues circling her, looking to judge her reactions before trying to land anything.*
Challenger: *Listens as he dances around her. Jumping back and out of the way of his blows. Her body quick and agile with the enhancements made upon it.* "I see. Sounds terrible. Was I suppose to be waiting till you finished your story before I started mine?" *Asked as she drops and gives a low sweeping kick towards his legs. Twisting back up to face him once more. The motion seeming to take no real toll on her body. Like this wasn't at all tiring, which left one wondering at just what sort of stamina she had tucked away.* "Or was I suppose to just jump in with mine at any moment?" *Does a roundhouse kick towards his head but pulls it up halfway through, more to scare him than anything.*
Caecilius: *He lets out a short laugh, realizing that he did seem a little silly, stopping part-way. Backing up a little as she ducked, he pulled his legs under him to avoid her kick, glad that he at least had a good challenge.* "Anyway, I was born later that year after she was exposed, starting showing telekinetic ability about 8 years later. That was fun until the Alliance dragged me off to some station for testing." *Dodging back from her roundhouse, he counters with a left hook, aiming for her this time.* "They came to the brilliant deduction that the eezo exposure had given me and other kids this ability, and came up with an experimental implant to boost our power. Which was great and all, except when they were putting mine in they nailed my ocular nerves. Idiots." *Continuing their circular dance, he throws another right punch, aiming for her again.* "Not all bad though, now I can to see every wavelength, and I can generate gravity fields to boot. Didn't make many friends though, people think we're freaks or can read minds or some other bullshit." *Ducking into her range again, he finishes his tale with another hook and upper cut, both intended to hit.*
Challenger: *Gives a snort at him as she falls back into listening. Ducking out of the way of his left hook with a sort of grace.* "I see. Sounds interesting." *She stated as she dodged out of the way again before blinking and giving a soft noise of surprise as one of his fists connects with her shoulder making her squeak in shock. Stupid of her to not be paying attention but that last part had shocked her.* "Curious little space farie aren't ya?" *Gives another few sharp kicks aimed for him.* "Never answered my questions but fine. I suppose it doesn't really matter now." *Dances back and around him before shrugging her shoulders.* "I was born, things happened." *She aimed a punch at him.* "More things, I got away. People found me. I was recruited. I got sent on a job. I wound up here waiting for the next ship." *She gave a cocky little smile before aiming another kick at him.* "End of story."
Caecilius: *Grinning as he landed a hit on her, he tried not to get too distracted by it, jumping back from her kicks and deflecting one that almost hit him with his arm. She must have had bony legs though, as the back of his arm really felt the force behind that one. He kept up his defensive stance, using the other arm to deflect her next punch with the same result, she was putting an awful lot of force into these hits. Shrugging it off, he went back on defense, using both arms to block in an attempt to soften the blow.* "For a rainbow princess you sure know how to fight. Kind of a let down with the story though. Who do you work for?" *He raising his fists again in a defensive posture, realizing that at this rate he couldn't keep it up much longer, but hiding his fatigue.*
Challenger: *She gave a light smile before shaking her head.* "Ah nope, not telling you that." *Said in a musing tone as she stepped it up a notch going in harder and faster. Pushing him even more than she had been before.* "Not a rainbow princess. Space farie." *Amused tone as she moves at him again.* "I could go into more detail about my history, but I doubt you really care so why waste my breath?" *Goes for his visor, ready to pull it off if for no other reason than to handy cap him*
Caecilius: *Grinning back at her deflected response, he tries focusing on defending a little more as he feels her getting more aggressive against him.* "If I didn't care, I wouldn't have asked. Have any questions for me, or are we done warming up rainbow princess?" *Stepping into an opening in her attacks, he tries a quick right hook, before jumping back into their rhythm. His comment was meant to provoke her into slipping up, as he was having a harder time picking opportunities to hit back. He almost took another opening, but stopped mid-step as he saw that she wasn't looking to punch him. Desperately throwing up his arms crossed in front of him, he tried ducking down to avoid her reach.*
Challenger: *She gave a soft huff at him before using her momentum, since she was already leaning forward and tackled him. Using the weight of her body against him.* "I suppose, alright. Interesting tidbit. I'm not just normal. I'm a cyborg. An enhanced female fighter, meant to be the best. To not tire during battle. So on and so forth." *She gave a cocky little smirk as she went for his visor again.* "A question? Sure... what do you do as an outlaw?"
Caecilius: *He falls flat on his back when she tackles him, her weight a little surprising, and her bones definitely not normal. Her explanation made everything clear though, and here he thought he was being fair by taking off his gauntlets. He growled back at her as she went for his visor again, and thought 'Way to run your mouth. Idiot.' His body flared blue as he focused on his fist, hastily forming a dense field around it as he aims for the side of her face, desperately trying to knock her off of him. He didn't bother answering her, as he realized too late that in his reckless attack he had left her a perfect opening.*
???: The day was thankfully nice outside, even with the prior evening showering frequently with rainstorms. But because of this it caused the land to become much more lush than normal, and all scents much more pungent. Soil was the most present of aroma's, the rich earth soaked deep to the longest burrowing roots. As per usual on such days, the small feline made her way out of the shop, and onto the smooth grasses. Grass was still something she was growing accustomed to, as well as every other outdoor thing. It felt nice though under her paws. The long sleeves of her kimono dragged along making a soft hushing sound, as she leisurely strolled toward the large surrounding forest. Inside she knew there to be a great many places to settle for sun-bathing. Strips of sunlight managed to pierce through the thick canopy's up above, and drop onto the floor below. She found many comfy places this way. And she found one pretty quick upon entering, to which she sat neatly in it, fluffy tail curving around her paws.
Caecilius: What a mess this day was turning out to be, the tattooed fox thought, as he ambled through the undergrowth. First the mercs he had joined up with had gotten scared and fled before they even reached their target, and second of course being that it was a goose chase through this overgrown weed-pile of a forest. Their target probably wasn't even on this planet, and he wouldn't be making any money to cover the expense of even getting here. To make matters worse, the sun coming through the canopy was screwing up his vision, casting bright beams down through it. He almost had the mind to just take off his visor and throw it at the nearest tree if it wouldn't render him completely blind. Perhaps it would have been more breathtaking if he wasn't lost, and if he was in a better mood. Padding through the forest, he stopped next to a tree, growling softly as he resigned to simply switched the visor to black and white. His world turning into something from a classic horror movie, he huffed lightly in frustration as he continued through the forest, trying to stay extra alert in case someone caught him in this less capable state. Thankfully, he saw what he hoped was a break in the trees in the distance, with any luck he could figure out where he was from there.
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Of Bats and Space Amethyst x Caecilius Deejaye x Mouse Started May 2nd, 2012
Caecilius: Finishing the landing sequence, a casually clad form steps out of the shuttle, letting the hatch close behind him. Getting his bearings, he turns and heads towards the nearby village, his boots clomping through the sparse foliage. Dressed for the weather, the leather vest and pocket-riddled pants cover most of his light armor, gauntlets withstanding. What skin is bare along his arms and neck sport red and blue tattoos. Completing his form, and typically the most noticeable, Caecilius' visor was set to the visible spectrum. He wasn't expecting trouble, but had a heavy pistol at his waist, for whatever emergency might necessitate it.
The job seemed easy enough, he thought as he continued his hike into the town proper, some locals had claimed to have seen a vampire in the woods. That was a silly superstition of course, but the marshal had still offered a decent sum for someone to figure out what was going on, which was more than enough reason for him to snag the contract. It would probably end up just being some rabid woodland creature that needed to be taken care of, the marshal would fork over the cash, and he would be on his way. He couldn't have asked for an easier job, and even better he wouldn't have to split the reward, he hadn't bothered to hire a pilot. He didn't have a pilot's license of course, but these backwater folk wouldn't care. Clearing his thoughts as he entered the village, he looked around for any sign of the marshal's office.
Amethyst: Near the edge of the woods - but still hidden enough to be out of the plain eyesight of any curious villagers - sat the odd femme, Amethyst. She rest on a tree branch higher than the average person would feel comfortable climbing, legs dangling and bare toes stretching out to feel the cool wind. If one could gather a close inspection of the strange hippie girl, they would notice her hands seemed to be permanently stained a soft brownish-red tint. The same could be said about her mouth; a similar color streaked down her chin, as if she had been drooling.
She held a makeshift bow and arrow tightly to the chest and her blue eyes seemed to be glued to the sky, scavenging for signs of a bird or other poor critter she would be able to take down and feast on. Of course, she was learning how difficult it could be to kill an animal. The temptation on getting a meal from a villager was becoming more alluring for her; it would definitely be easier to slip into the small homes in the dead of the night than to sit on a tree and pray for some prey. Perhaps living in the woods wasn't the brightest idea she ever had, but it would have to suffice for slightly longer.
Caecilius: Stepping out of the marshal's office, his ears flicked slightly, almost as if out of irritation. It was as much as he had guessed, the locals had seen 'something', and somebody came up with the idea that it was a vampire. There was no conclusive proof, no bite marks on anyone's neck, but the rumors had spread through the village like wildfire. The marshal himself had no idea what was really going on, and frankly didn't want to get involved, at least any more than he was required to. Caecilius figured it was either an ill animal, or maybe even some brat trying to get a laugh or two. The only bright side to this was that it would be easy money, as he wouldn't want to let an animal suffer, and he couldn't get away with using a kid as a punching bag.
Heading towards the edge of town where the woods were the thickest, he decided that perhaps he could just skip questioning the villagers and find this 'vampire'. If there was anything of the sort, it would probably be hiding out here, a place with the most cover from the village, away from prying eyes. Turning off the filters on his visor, he passed the first few trees as his vision shifted, the processors trying to account for the additional spectra. As an added precaution, he switched on his kinetic barriers, the air shimmering around him once they charged up. With luck he might even be able to get paid and off this planet before the sun set.
Amethyst: Within moments, she caught the sound of footsteps down below. Her muscles grew taunt as her eyes shifted down; she could see some form moving down below. Followed by a strange shimmer. She couldn't recall an instance like that occurring before in her times living here. Her only assumption was that it was a villager but... Her mind replayed the shimmer again. She couldn't recall such an object that lit up like it did - lanterns, while plausible, awkwardly clanked around as they were moved. This made no audible sound. As for a flashlight... The shimmer seemed to radiate, while as a flashlight only shot a beam. She frowned.
Mind still trying to wrap around what could be below, she hooked her bow momentarily onto her back and brought her legs up onto the branch so she was stood on her tippy toes. Lightly treading on the thick branches - after spending much time in the woods, she had become accustomed to moving from tree to tree while making little to no noise - she eventually found a path to a branch that offered her a better view of what could be down below. From what she could tell, it was a stranger, but not one of the villagers that had drifted a couple times to try and catch a glimpse of her. She furrowed her brows. Why was he here? Narrowing her eyes, she could see a small item attached to his belt.. A gun? Feeling a clump lodge in her throat, her hand reached back, finding slight security and comfort in knowing she could at least defend herself if she'd find herself in a threat soon.
Caecilius: Scanning the area in front of him as he walked, he mentally sorted through the different colors and patterns that his visor fed him. He was no tech or scientist, but he had gotten the hang of the contraption said techs and scientists had wired him up with. It almost made up for their sloppy work in his head, idiots. The star of this system produced the usual radiation, and as a temperate planet the atmosphere filtered out most of the bad stuff. He didn't really care about the science behind whatever that meant, but it did mean there were fewer 'colors' flowing down through the canopy. But there was no telltale infrared traces anywhere nearby, or at least nothing that looked out of place, nothing warm-blooded running around. There was patches here and there of warm spots where the star's light found a way through the trees, but nothing moving. That is, until he saw the 'shadows' move.
Some tech would have probably lectured him about how they weren't really shadows, and how blah blah blah light moves blah blah particles blah blah, but all he cared about was the source as he looked up into the canopy. Which of course was pretty useless as it turned out, everything was warm or hot, by the time he looked up nothing was moving out of place against the trees. He continues scanning the canopy for a moment, seeing if anything would move again.
Amethyst: She could make out that he was looking up, in a vague direction that she had just traveled in. Did he manage to see her when she moved? She felt her frown deepen. He was definitely abnormal. Or at least, more keen than the normal person. Amethyst noticed that his head seemed to turn in her direction. Feeling her heart skip a beat, she swiftly yanked the bow off her back. Fingers wrapping tightly around it, she withdrew an arrow from her quiver and aimed her it at the male in preparation of any motion of danger he might present.
Standing on the branch, positioned perfectly, she felt herself hesitate. While her mind told her to let go of the string and allow the arrow to hit his heart so she wouldn't have to worry about any approaching short term danger, she found herself unable to do so. What if the villagers sent him to investigate and would find his dead body? Maybe the vampire would have a better chance fleeing, but what if he saw her? He could follow her. Assuming he wouldn't mind going deep into the 'dark, creepy' forest, of course. The femme decided to wait and see if he truly did see her.
Caecilius: Spotting movement in the periphery of his vision, he turns to focus on it, baring his teeth as he watches the figure...drawing an arrow against him? Man, these backwater planets were just full of crazy people. Didn't they have survey teams to check the planets for clean water and whatnot? Somebody was paid to do it for sure, but not enough apparently. He looked over the...female it appeared to be, as best he could, not really worried about something as primitive as an arrow getting through his barriers. Her clothes even fit the typical 'bad drinking water maniac' profile. Just great.
Slowly drawing his pistol, he holds it out with one hand, his other formed into a fist as he primed his biotics. He couldn't really do anything with them from this distance, but he might be able to spook her with the blue aura. If anything, he would just need to incapacitate this poor thing before she hurt herself so he could get back to his actual task at hand. Then again, if this was what had scared the villagers he might just leave outright. There was no helping this level of crazy, and no amount of credits was worth trying to sort out a deep-running problem like that. Situations like these tended to just work themselves out once the entire colony turned on each other anyway, might as well let them have at it without trying to get involved. Still, better off seeing what level of sickness he was dealing with here first... "Mind if I ask what you're doing out here?"
Amethyst: Her eyes inched towards the clenched fist, taking note of the blue aura forming around it. What was he? Some kind of wizard? Not like the thought was completely rejectable - she recalled that her family had magic users and potion makers at some point. Regardless, it didn't give her much of a spook; a glowy hand could do nothing.
Instead, keeping her bow and arrow pointed at him, she side stepped across the branch, giving her the chance to hop down below on a lower branch. With much ease, she glided down, small wings batting against the air as she landed on it. Roughly only three meters above him now, she had a considerably better view of him. He looked a lot more bizarre than what she originally thouht him to be: He had strange markings tattooed on his bare arms and something that resembled a semi-transparent blue half-bucket around his eyes. Some kind of crazy shaman or something, maybe? Regardless, though she didn't keep up with her appearance much at the moment, but she didn't parade to be some kind of loco like this man certainly was.
And she found herself be caught off guard when he did finally address her. Amethyst flinched slightly; she wasn't too keen on encounters, especially if it would mean that her cover could be blown. Just have to keep wary, she reminded herself. Keeping her grip tight along her crude bow, she answered, "I am minding my own business, unlike you, Shaman-Sir." Keep it respectful just in case he's stronger than he appears. But she couldn't help but notice her voice slightly scratchy sounding from lack of use. No good. She probably sounded like some creepy wild child now.
Caecilius: He slowly moved closer to her perch, both weapons ready. When he spotted her wings though, his hands faltered a bit. What manner of mutation was that? They seemed...functional rather than just the result of some freak accident. That made things...complicated. Still, it was nothing he couldn't handle. He'd seen far worse dealing with filthy Batarians or Vorcha. That last one made him shiver a little, wretched vermin.
Steadying his aim once more, he snickered as she responded. Shaman? Ha, there must be something far worse on this planet than just the water, but any survey team would have been able to pick that up. Unless they didn't check these things beforehand? That didn't seem likely though, nobody would be that stupid colonizing a planet...right? "My business is my own, and right now I'm just out here to make some money so I can eat at the end of the day."
He mused a bit as he stared down the sights of his pistol squared over her chest. Maybe this was what had spooked the locals? It wouldn't be too far a a stretch to see wings and think vampire. Poor fools were lucky they hadn't seen worse mutations, or even Vorcha-Salarian offspring, eeeugh. Still, a job was a job, might as well figure this out one way or the other. "And word has it these poor villagers think there's a vampire running around these woods. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?" He readied the hand holding his pistol, finger resting on the trigger, while flexing the appropriate muscles in his other arm to keep the biotic nodes primed, making sure he had both weapons ready in case this turned violent.
Amethyst: Amethyst continued to peer at him, her previously-animated eyes losing its spark at the mention of vampire. Of course. He's some kind of killer they contracted just to get rid of the vermin. She felt her gut twist nervously, but she refused to let her out appearance show any sign. She forced her mouth to relax to a more apathetic expression and Amethyst cleared her throat. "And you should have come to notice that the villagers are scared of their own shadow." There - she didn't croak like some kind of thing that's never spoken before. Trying to play it off so it seemed she thought he was no threat, the femme snapped her bow onto her back and switched her crouching position to sitting on the tree, feet dangling in the open space between them, stretching her toes in the cool breeze the end of the day brought.
Feeling herself gain more confidence, she nonchalantly said, "I know nothing of a vampire in these woods, but I do hear from lore that they come out at night. And seeing as it's very steadily approaching dark... You ought to be wary, dear Shaman-Sir. But regardless, I wish you luck on this silly quest of yours. I will continue my hunting before I return to my home, because I too need to 'eat at the end of the day'."
Caecilius: Caecilius sighed at the girl's words, feeling like his reward for this job was slowly floating away as he unraveled this problem. She was right at least, the villagers did seem overly paranoid and...off, but how was he going to explain that to the marshall? 'Yeah, everyone is just scared of some mutant girl with wings that lives out in the woods, now fork over the credits.' There was no way he'd get any money out of that, the marshall would just laugh him out of the building. He let the pistol's aim falter to the ground as she disarmed herself, it wasn't as if he was concerned about her arrow getting through his barrier anyway, but he wasn't about to shoot her if she wasn't threatening him with the bow anymore. "The...state of the villagers isn't my concern, but I did notice that they seemed to be twitchy."
He frowned a bit at her calm dismissal, unsure what to make of it, as it almost seemed like a subtle threat to him. The hunting part he could relate to though, they were both just trying to survive it seemed. Holstering his pistol, he let the biotic aura fade from his other hand before crossing his arms over his chest, there was no need to keep either weapons out for the moment. "The night does not scare me, it only marks when I would like to be leaving this place a slightly richer man. Might I ask whereabouts you live? I assume you don't have a house in the village..." He didn't bother explaining why the darkness wouldn't be a problem, no need to confuse the poor girl with fancy technical explanations botched by his non-technical mind, not that it was any of her business to begin with.
Amethyst: "I can tell you I certainly don't live with the villagers," she said softly, mostly a murmur to herself. Keeping her eyes on the male, she huffed. "Where I live is none of your business. Gosh, I never understood how nosy you people can be."
She paused though, watching him with an intrigued look. Though he put his weapons away, he still looked wary. Tense, even. He was ready to strike her, if he needed. Not that she was planning to attack him - if she would, it would only be if she felt that his presence would threaten her life in the woods. Which was not necessarily the case at the moment. After all, it wasn't too late to steer him off course. Of course, it might not be best to be so secretive; he might see through her more easily, and in which case, would become quite the debacle. And of course, the more she was forced to talk about herself, the more likely she'd get caught in her lies, or the more likely she'd let something sensitive slip - in which case, would also be quite problematic. She groaned internally, once again falling back the more previous argument she had with herself about avoid socializing. It brought only problems.
Picking up a more polite tone, she quickly quipped in, "But please do not take offense to what I said. If you really would like to know, I've have a bit of a... Well, I wouldn't call it a treehouse or really much of a home to be honest. It's like a.. Hammock mostly. Just where I sleep. I spend most my time hunting because I'm not particularly good at it, so I don't really find the need to go to it often." Well, it was mostly true. She considered the whole forest to be her home, but if she had to be specific...well, it'd have to do. Trying to steer away from the possibility of him questioning her more about herself, Amethyst revisited the previous topic. "Though I must say, I don't know if you're a brave man or a bumbling idiot to not be even slightly scared of the forest at night. Though I've never come across a vampire, I have definitely come across some very.. Dangerous things. Almost lost my arm to a bear just the other day ago."
Caecilius: "Just saying, the wings probably wouldn't do you any favors with the villagers anyway." Not that he could really talk, he didn't really fit in with the villagers either, but that was pretty typical for a backwater planet. Most of them had probably never seen a biotic before, or even a working mass accelerator pistol, at least considering the armament the marshal's office had. Seriously, still using guns with black powder-based bullets? Ugh. Her prissy attitude grated on his nerves as well, and he clenched his hands into fists, but otherwise did his best to restrain himself.
He relaxed a bit when she decided to talk instead of tell him off, nodding a bit at her description of her abode, though not entirely sure if she was being truthful. He had just met her, there was no reason to explicitly trust her so far. The hunting thing he could somewhat understand though, and he pulled out the pistol again, twirling it in his hands for a moment. "Not that great with this either, but it does the job I need it to do."
He stopped twirling the pistol in a moment of realization. On second thought, maybe that wasn't a bright thing to say, admitting that he wasn't stellar with one of his weapons. It wouldn't be that hard to hit her at this range, but still not something he should be telling a stranger. He continued twirling the weapon, trying to cover his hesitation with a bluff, smirking as she continued to warn him of how dangerous the woods were. "I can take care of myself, even in the dark. It's one of my...specialties." He mused a bit, that was benign enough. Or at least he hoped, and returned his sidearm to his hip.
Amethyst: Her hand cautiously reached back to touch her small wings; her fingers grazed the thin membranes. They definitely made her stick out, but if she felt the need, Amethyst was positive she could conceal it under a thin cloak or even a coat, assuming she kept them folded against her back. She huffed, feeling all of a sudden too wary of her wings. Damn this encouter, she thought to herself. It was making her more and more paranoid.
She felt a personal victory however, when she heard him give up the tidbit about his lack of experience with the gun. Amethyst pulled back the need to smirk and laugh haughtily - instead, she gave a meek smile and a soft, 'friendly' laugh. "I'm sure you just need it to scare people. There really wouldn't be a need to use it if you put some fear into 'em... Besides, killing people is wrong," she said. The words felt too foreign and out of place in her opinion. The more she talked to him, the more she had to force herself to become someone she was not and...it was making her start to feel uneasy. She had to be careful she wouldn't mess up - she couldn't give away a piece of information that was too valuable such as the stranger just had, but she had to make sure she wouldn't trip herself by forgetting details of the tale she was beginning to spin.
"Oh.. Specialty? I take it you're some kind of rough-and-tough shaman that is one with the wilderness or something? All..into that fighting the wild beasts?" she asked, looking genuinely curious. Still sitting on the tree branch, she decided it was time to slide off. She landed with ease roughly a foot away from Cae and looked up at the figure that now towered her. The girl estimated he was roughly a foot taller than her, give or take a few. She felt herself get intimidated just a little bit and decided the small fear was a cue that she should leave the stranger. "Regardless, I must wish you, um, luck with your silly vampire hunt. It's more than likely a waste of your time. Y'ought to just lie to those villagers and take their money and be on your way, Shaman-sir. Just my advice. They'd probably believe you. Just give yourself a couple of cuts and bruises to make it more believable. They'll probably worship you as some kind of hero and then move on with their lives the next day. Better yet, just kill a bear and claim that's the thing they've been seeing. They'll breathe a sigh of relief and be like 'oh, strange Shaman-sir! You're so brave and valiant! However will we repay you, yada-yada.."
She shoved her grimy hands into her pockets. She was thinking too much into this. She felt her innards knot up once more, questioning whether or not her rambling made her look suspicious. "I'm going to head home now. You've been scaring all the game away from here. I've yet to catch my dinner, I hope you know, and I'm pretty starving. I kinda hope I'll catch a rabbit on the way home...or else, well, I'll blame you for it and make sure I get a meal from you as payment." She grinned and spun in the opposite direction, doing a hybrid of a skip and a walk.
Caecilius: He still wasn't quite sure why she continued to refer to him as a shaman, but he wasn't about to correct her about it, especially when she was being so talkative. Might as well just let things run their course, maybe she'd slip up and say something useful for once. Her remark about his weapon didn't really strike any chords with him though, she was right of course, but he hardly used the thing to begin with. The line about killing people sounded a little rehearsed, but not enough that he worried about it. So what if she did kill people? He'd killed plenty in his short life already.
Caecilius smirked a bit as she seemed sincerely curious about whether he fought wild animals, which still didn't seem out of place due to her appearance and attitude. "Something like that, I guess. I have a knack for violence, and that serves me just fine as a merc. As for wild beasts? Not...quite, but people can be more savage than animals at times..." He trailed off there, still not sure if he could trust this girl, and as such not wanting to give up too much information about himself. He tracked her descent to the ground, peering down curiously at the small female in front of him. She looked pretty young, especially for being out in the woods by herself. He had learned to survive on his own just the same though, so he couldn't judge her too much. Of course, he also had better weapons than just a make-shift bow.
Crossing his arms again, he continued to stare down at the tiny female as she rambled on about how this job was a waste of time and the villagers were stupid and he should just try to trick them into getting paid. It seemed appropriate enough, but something just...bothered Caecilius about her. It wasn't until she grinned at him that he realized what it was. Those fangs, easy to hide for the most part, but faintly noticeable at such a close range. Everything seemed to make sense now, though the shaman part still confused him.
Grinning to himself as she started off, he called out to her retreating back. Pulling out his pistol again, the noise of the components sliding into place was unmistakable, though perhaps not to her. Aiming it squarely at her back, it wouldn't be that hard to hit her from a stand-still, even if she ran. "You know, for being a girl that lives in the forest, you've got some pretty nice canines. They go well with the wings. I kinda wonder if you're just trying to throw me off so I leave you alone." He paused for a moment to reach up, turning off the filters on his visor, letting his world flood with different colors before adding a little threat. "I may not be stellar with this gun, but I'm sure I could hit you from this distance. Want to take the gamble?"
Amethyst: When he called her out, her body automatically responded by becoming stiff, muscles refusing to budge. Her mouth all of a sudden felt uncanninly dry; despite being so chatty only moments ago - which was her ultimate downfall, she realized - she was now at a loss of words. Pressing herself to make some sort of audible sound or word, she found herself only able to grunt softly. This was all so wrong, the femme thought silently. The idea that this might be her final moments, that she could die right now, flashed in her mind. She left herself vulnerable - instead of running off, she locked up. She should have made some sort of sarcastic remark and bolted off. This wasn't supposed to be how she responded at all - she was supposed to go into a sprint for dear life, assuming he wasn't bluffing about his aim being good enough at this distance.
In actuality, this instance only took up several seconds - which, of course, felt like an eternity to her. These few seconds that she meant to react but instead froze passed agonizingly slow and when she was able to knock some feeling into her limbs, Amethyst managed to tilt her head back, glimpsing over her shoulder to stare at the scene: sure enough, the man had his gun trained on her, ready to shoot. She couldn't help but lift up the corners of her mouth, revealing her fangs more comfortably in a sneer.
"I never bothered those paranoid villagers. I always kept my distance. And they send someone to kill me. But you know what? Go ahead and try me," she hissed out.
She didn't really mean the last part - she didn't want to know if his aim was well enough to hit from there, but it was too late to take the words back. It wasn't too late to make a run for it, she thought to herself, turning her head back and while trying to make it towards a cluster of shrubs. If she could just manage to go through some foliage, she would be able to lose him long enough to be able to clamber up a tree; from that point on, the vampire would be free of the hunter. She had yet to meet anyone that could track her from there, much less climb the delicate trees without falling down and injuring them self.
Caecilius: Well that wasn't the reaction he was expecting, usually kids just tended to give up when someone pointed a gun at them. Still, he didn't want to kill the poor girl, and though she wouldn't have known it, she had called his bluff correctly before in the gun being mostly a scare tactic. Still, a well-placed shot through the arm or leg would take care of this problem, and he shifted his aim to her legs before squeezing the trigger mechanism. Click...click click click... Caecilius tried firing a few more times, since it wasn't likely that it would jam, these weren't like their bullet-based predecessors. All this yielded was more clicks, sparks, and the handle heating up rather painfully. Taking off in a sprint after the girl, he growled as he threw the useless gun to the side, thinking in hindsight that perhaps he should have maintained it better. Or at all.
"HEY! Hold it!" He kind of doubted that would actually work, but at this point he was willing to try anything as his source of income got away. Unless she couldn't get away of course... Grinning, his body flared with an angry blue aura as he charged up his biotics, and formed a mass-increasing field around her legs. At worst she would be slowed down, at best she would trip, either way he was still running at...whatever she was. Freaking backwater planets...
Amethyst: She had quickened her pace even more when she heard him call out to her - she was almost there! She smirked slightly, feeling a flush of victory. Whatever happened to his gun - whether it was just a bluff or if it just happened to malfunctino - luck had been on her side. The vampire was only a couple steps away from an easy-to-scale tree, a burst of adrenaline rush filling her veins, prompting her closer to safety when--
--what the? A strange force entagled along her legs, freezing them in mid-motion She was flung over her own feet, tripping but catching herself against the tree so she didn't get slammed against the ground. Horrified, she turned around and pressed her back against the large tree, feeling some control returning to her legs, but not enough to make her confident in scaling the tree. She looked towards the direction she had been running away from and noted the man chasing after her, his hands covered in the strange blue glow from previous. Shiiit. Quickly glimpsing down, there was..the same blue glowy effect encasing her legs, though they were swiftly dwindling. The shaman had used his magic? This, of course, was not looking good for her - even if his gun malfunctioned, she was sure he was very capable of snapping her neck...or something.. Though he could probably just do that to her with his powers.. The femme shuddered at the idea; she had to defend herself!
Reacting on pure impluse, she pulled out her bow and snatched an arrow from the quiver, lining it up so it was aimed at his chest. "D-don't move!" she managed to yell out between deep breaths, trying to regulate her heavy breathing.
Caecilius: He grinned as he watched the girl trip over her own legs, coming to a stop a few feet away from her, by which time she had her bow drawn on him. Smirking, he crossed his arms in front of him again, silently daring the girl to try getting an arrow through his barriers. "Y'know, that's supposed to be my line? And who said anything about killing you? I'm not going to kill a little girl, you and that village are both crazy. I mean really, vampires? Come on now."
So there was some mutant girl with bat wings and fangs, probably a victim of whatever had made the village similarly loopy. Someone had probably gotten too close to her, got spooked, maybe claimed vampire so they wouldn't look stupid, add some paranoia and let simmer. Caecilius was running out of ideas on how he could actually turn this around and get his credits. He couldn't tell the marshall that it was just a little girl, since the next question would be 'why didn't you bring her back', and he wasn't about to lie and feed into their paranoia by saying she was a vampire, that would probably lose him the reward anyway. Unless he could find a way to claim she was a vampire and that he had killed her? Village would be safe, marshall would hand over the credits, and Caecilius could get off this stupid rock.
"But please, go ahead and shoot me if you want to see how bad an idea that is. I won't mind." He pulsed his biotics briefly, letting the blue flames wash over his body as a reminder that he was anything but disarmed.
Amethyst: Her fingers were held ready on the bow and arrow, tightening ever so slightly as she listened closely to his words. He, of course, insulted her, which seemed to be the most common thing he did whenever he talked. She scowled when he called her crazy - she was far from it! In fact, he was more crazy than her! She was just living her life, doing the equivalence of vampire vegetarianism and here he was, busting into her home, threatening her with his guns and magic... She let out a deep breath, not wanting to burst into a little fit.
And then...well, apparently he still didn't believe that vampires existed, despite every sign of it being visible on Amethyst. Did the fangs, wings, blood stains...hell, even the whole barefootedness not throw him off? She was practically screaming vampire. She wanted to face palm at his stupidity or lack of common sense - she wasn't sure which he was; she quickly reminded herself not to mind this though because, c'mon, if he believed she was a vampire, she'd probably have been bound by his strange shaman-magic and dragged to the village. Though the fact that he was a shaman and didn't seem able to accept this idea that vampires existed bothered her. Maybe he was one of those extremely powerful but very dense types.. Did those even exist?
He then taunted her, flashing his magic which appeared to not only be a good tripping device, but also double as a second skin. So what if he could make himself blue-ish. Didn't change the fact that the arrow could pierce him fairly deep. She huffed out, "You asked for--" but stopped in midsentence when she let go of the arrow, only to see it seem to hit the strange blue aura, which made a wave of motion like throwing a rock in water, before it fell to the ground. "W-whaa--"
Caecilius: He grinned and shook his head when she fired the arrow at him, did she not catch that he had a gun? Regardless of it not working, he had access to higher tech than just a bow and arrow, most would comprehend that and be cautious. He flared his biotics again and closed the short distance, holding his left hand out as he enveloped the girl in another stasis field. "My turn. Now hold still."
Placing his left hand on the girl's head to keep the biotic field going, he pulled back his right arm and threw a hard punch, while forming a well-timed mass-increasing field around his fist right before it connected. The poor tree never stood a chance, as the force cracked straight through the trunk and still had enough inertia to knock it clear off with a satisfying CRACK, followed by the ground shaking as gravity took over. Pulling his arm from beside the girl's head, he stepped back and crossed his arms again while he waited for the stasis field to wear off.
"Now look kid, I'm not here to kill you, but you're burning through my patience. I'd like to get out of here as soon as possible, with the money that deluded marshall has, but there's a few problems, namely you. Even if I claim to have killed "the scarrrrry vampire" and bring back something, a...what was it, a bear you said? If they send out another merc you might not be as lucky. So how about we work out some kind of deal to benefit us both?" He left off there, since he still hadn't come up with anything of worth for her end of the deal. She had said she was hungry though, maybe he could fork over some food or rations or whatever he had in the shuttle before he left? Probably better than anything from the village, what with the bad water or whatever was making them crazy. Or...something to hide those wings? Caecilius doubted he had anything in her size though.
Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 1:37 pm
Musical Lines Cavatina x Sarpati Hound x Mouse Started: May 5th, 2012
Cavatina: *brushing her hair carefully, music note pin next to her*
Sarpati: *walking along by, trailing what seem to be four black ropes that mark his path. He holds one of them in his hands as he lazily manipulates it, slowly turning the single 'rope' into different shapes and designs*
Cavatina: *finishes with her hair, happy with how neat it feels now that it's brushed. Gently places her music note clip back in her hair while smiling brightly* There~ Hm? *watches as Sarpati walks on by, noting the lines* What... Are you doing?
Sarpati: *coming to a stop, he looks over at the disruption, his current work suspended between his hands as if it were floating.* Hmm? Sorry, I didn't see you there. *looking back down at his hands, he takes hold of the intricately woven piece, examining it as if seeing it for the first time.* Oh, uh, this is...nothing... *letting go of the weaving, he makes a few subtle motions with his hands over it. The creation unravels itself, but no slack appears in the line. One end of the black line disappearing under his cloak, while the other lays on the ground alongside the other three, tracing his path into the distance.*
Cavatina: I... See. *watches all the lines, arching an eyebrow* What exactly... I mean, HOW exactly... Wait, no... *sighs, not sure what she wanted to ask exactly and just opts to ignore the lines for now, looking to Sarpati* Who are you?
Sarpati: *realizing the source of her confusion, he looks down at his hands, at the black lines at his feet* I...well...eh heh... *hiding his hands behind him in a futile attempt, he looks back up at her, not even sure how he would explain it, finally deciding to just go along with it and leave explanations for later...maybe.* My name is Sarpati, and who might you be?
Cavatina: Nice to meet you i suppose. I'm Cavatina. *flips some of her hair over her shoulder, swaying her tail a bit, eyeing where he had had his paws and the lines* Hmm...
Sarpati: Nice to meet you as well. *nodding lightly at her, he momentarily offers a paw to her, before looking down at it and thinking better of the idea, returning it behind his back once more* Eh...sorry, I don't come across many people in my travels...
Cavatina: *watches his paws for a brief moment, then looks back to his face* Ah, i see. A bit socially awkward? *makes it obvious that she's just kidding with him by smirking playfully*
Sarpati: *his ears twitch a bit at the comment, but he catches her smirk and shakes his head, grinning slightly* Ah, no. It's just that not everyone...understands I suppose. *bringing his paws in front of him, he shakes his arms a bit, making the black strands dance in shallow waves beneath them*
Cavatina: Understands the things you're doing with those... Lines? *looks to the black strands, still confused about them*
Sarpati: Uh...something like that. *focusing on the strand by his left arm, he makes slow motions over it with his paws, the line pulling itself into loops and weaves* I was just doing this to pass time as I traveled, really. The castle is a much better example. *taking hold of the new creation, he offers the intricately woven vase to her. Though it was still tethered to him, of course, the cable seemed to offer more slack as he handled the vase*
Cavatina: Castle? What... Castle? *eyes the vase he offered to her, she carefully pokes it before retracting her paw quickly, nit so sure what to think or do about it* This is certainly something you don't see everyday.
Sarpati: It's just over... *looking over his shoulder, he realizes that he's traveled a lot further than he thought* ...huh. Well, you'll just have to take my word for it I guess. *drawing his hands over the vase, it un-weaves itself and reverts to the single line once again.* Yeah, I get that a lot. It's right up there with 'Stay back you freak!', unfortunately.
Cavatina: I suppose i will have to take your word for it... *half believes him, half doesn't* Oh, there are bigger freaks than you around here. You shouldn't be so worried about being one, you know? *smirks in a teasing manner*
Sarpati: I don't blame you if you don't believe me, though to be honest it isn't entirely made of these lines, I just added to a ruined castle and made it my home. *smiles back at her comment, bringing up the four lines and forming them what could be an octopus* Sure there's weird people, but I don't know many 'mutant squid guy's around here.
Cavatina: Maybe show me someday, or something. So then, i can totally believe you~ *giggles, inspecting the shape he made with the lines* Mutant... Squid guys? *arches an eyebrow*
Sarpati: Maybe I will. It's kinda of a mess right now though, I don't normally entertain visitors. *he makes a subtle movement with his hands, sending a small ripple down the black trail behind him* And yeah, that one I've only been labeled with once so far. With these things, and people's imaginations, or something... I don't really get it either. *the octopus shape falls apart and the strands resume their previous resting spots by his feet.*
Cavatina: Huh, that's an odd nickname. Seeing as you have no tentacles at all, just weird black lines you seem to be able to control and all. *flips her hair over her shoulder* If anything, your nickname should be Magic-Man. *nods, not really realizing how strange that nickname sounds for she finds it better than Octopus*
Sarpati: Magic...Man? *snickers lightly, but still trying to maintain his composure as best he can* That's a new one, for sure. I guess it would have to be magic though, not much else would explain this. *shaking his arms again, making the lines wave around in response.*
Cavatina: Well ,it could be called an ability or a power maybe? *shrugs lightly, attention turning to the moving lines* Mind if i ask when you realized you could do such things with these lines?
Sarpati: Well, I've had these since I was little, though I wasn't able to do as much with them. I couldn't make a castle out of them, for instance. *bringing up the strands, he makes small motions with his paws, slowly weaving a new shape* They were also shorter, so it kind of made me look like a squid or octopus, you could actually see the ends. *the lines start to develop into a small horse as he continues to weave them.*
Cavatina: *watches his weaving intently, interested in this 'art' she is witnessing* Huh, really? That's pretty neat, i suppose~ *extends a paw to touch the lines, stopping short of touching them just in case Sarpati were to say something to her* Would anything bad happened if i were to touch them?
Sarpati: *follows her gaze, watching her paw reach out. He didn't seem to be paying attention his own work though* Anything bad? No, they won't ignite or anything like that. If they did, I'd be rather worried. You would be the first to actually touch them though, that I know of at least. *the cat-sized horse completed, he carefully grabs it and holds it for her*
Cavatina: *staring at the horse he had made, she shrugs lightly before giving it a gentle stroke. She didn't want to make it fall, or anything* I'm just simply intrigued by this, you see. I live a few loonies myself, but they actually scare me and seem... Evil and mean. You seem innocent and nice. *shrugs lightly* Can't see why others wouldn't want to touch these strange black lines, then again i may just be a tad too curious.
Sarpati: *eyes narrow as a soft blue color appears, staining the weaves along the path of her paw.* That's...new. *makes a few motions with his paws, the affected weaves pulling up and away from the rest. He examines them, stretching out the strands, trying to figure out what happened. The color slowly fades back to the original black and he looks up at her, a little confused* You don't happen to have the ability to change the color of objects, do you?
Cavatina: *blinks, staring at the strands that turned blue. Stands there and watches before shaking her head a bit at his question* Not that i know of, no... My family has no special abilities aside from musical talents, but i don't even have any of that. I'm just an ordinary pretty girl. *will later be finding out she has a skill for piano, derp derp*
Sarpati: *runs a hand along the weaves that are drawn out, as if they would do something different now when they had never done so before, frowning a little when they stay the same old color.* Well, you certainly did something to them... *stretches out one of the loops, moving it in front of her* Mind trying that again?
Cavatina: Uh, sure~ *takes a paw, placing it on the lines once again. She waits for something to happen, or for Sarpati to say something, her gorgeous eyes switching between the lines and Sarpati* ...?
Sarpati: Hmmm... *watches as the strand turns blue again, though he could have sworn it was a slightly different hue. He makes slow motions with his paws, 'stretching' the color into a larger section, 'shrinking' it again, trying to understand how it worked.* Well, it's definitely...new, I guess. Here I thought I was close to mastering this, too... *pulls the weaves back into place, the small horse intact once more, before looking up at her and shrugging* Oh well.
Cavatina: Oh...? Well, i guess you have some new things to learn about with your, uh, 'powers', huh? *looks to the horse he made, then to Sarpati* Learn something new everyday~
Sarpati: Yeah, I guess so. If I could understand it maybe I could change around the color of the castle or something. *smiles lightly, shifting his paws to work on something else, the small horse floating off to the side as he resists the urge to explore this new phenomenon.* Speaking of which, could I interest you in seeing it? I think everything should be cleaned up by now...
Cavatina: Then hopefully you find out how it did that soon. *watches the horse float off, nodding at his question* Oh, sure~ I'm really quite interested in seeing this so called castle you have. They say seeing is believing, after all.
Sarpati: *nods* It would be better than this black color everywhere, for sure. *motions to the mass of strands around him, all of which are a uniform flat black, with a hint of a gray hue to them. The new weaves begin to take the shape of something boxy, and he nods again* If I didn't live there, I probably wouldn't believe it either. *finishes the new creation, which now looks like it could be a cart of sorts, though at that size only birds would fit in it.* And...done!
Cavatina: *laughs lightly* Well, i have to admit... I'm somewhat eager to see your castle. *looks at the cart he just made* And i should also admit, this thing you do with lines is really intriguing. *pokes the cart thing he made*
Sarpati: Heh... Just don't get your hopes up, it's not that amazing. *floats the cart behind the horse, then 'pulls' the air apart, the two weavings expanding to a more suitable size with the motion of his paws.* I...don't know. This power is handy for sure, but it's not like I can affect anything besides what I...uh...create. *motions to the makeshift transportation* Hop in!
Cavatina: You may not think it's amazing, but i kinda do... Kinda~ *smirks and gets in the cart* See, like this here. This is actually pretty amazing, you know. I don't know anyone else who could do something like this.
Sarpati: *pauses as the weaves around her seem to be dyed blue, then points over at them* I may be the only one with this...ability, but you're the only one that I know who can change the color of it. *shrugs, then goes about 'wrapping' one of the strands around a large rock before climbing into the cart* I'll figure that out later though, I have no shortage of time. *making a few gestures with his paws, the horse and cart begin the smooth trip along the corded trail.*
Cavatina: *looks at the changed colors of the strands* Well, that makes me feel kinda special... For now, at least. Who knows what is causing this, but once you find out, please do tell me~ *watches the surroundings pass by her and Sarpati, really fascinated by how this all is even happening*
Sarpati: *smiles and laughs softly* I'll be sure to let you know. *tries to keep his paws still as they ride, focusing on the task at hand* So...what about you? I feel bad just going on about myself... *looks over his passenger for nearly the first time, having been too flustered and caught up in trying to explain himself to do otherwise.*
Cavatina: Oh, there's... Nothing really special about me. I come from a musically oriented family, who all have some type of musical talent~ Such a lovely little family, i'll tell you that. <3 *smiles lightly, not really taking note of him looking her over for she's still checking out the surroundings*
Sarpati: Oh? Does that mean you have a talent with music as well? *notes the clef in her hair, before nodding and making small tweaks to the horse to make it a little more realistic as it 'pulled' the cart, even though it would be unraveled afterwards.*
Cavatina: *lightly shakes her head* No, i do not. Though they ALL insist i do, and that i'm being stubborn about it. *huffs* But really, i'm not. I'm just not talented like all of them. *looks to the horse, watching it get more details*
Sarpati: *grins and nods as he works* Well, they are your family, maybe they know best, right? Have you tried any instruments to see if they catch your fancy? *leans back with his arms behind his head, trying to relax as much as he could, without the cart coming to a stop of course.*
Cavatina: No, i haven't. But i just don't feel any talent in me, you see? *flicks her tail around herself* They may be my family, but they don't know my feelings.
Sarpati: Hmmm. I suppose I can't really understand something like that, my 'talent' is part of me, I didn't have to go looking for it. *sits up as they crest a hill, the castle finally coming into view* Have you tried something similar, like whistling or singing?
Cavatina: *shakes her head for a second, then nods lightly* I've hummed a few times before, usually when doing my hair. But nothing too big, nothing amazing or special. *eyes widen a bit as she sees the castle* Oh, wow... You WEREN'T lying.
Sarpati: *shrugs a bit* Well, hopefully you'll find something eventually then. *looks over at her as she notices the castle, laughing softly* It looks like a cow to me, with the areas patched up by my work, but it has served me well over the years...
Cavatina: *scoffs a bit* Oh, i doubt i will. *eying the castle* Cows are pretty cute. *looks to Sarpati* The... Years? *looks back to the castle* Looks like it's pretty strong, too.
Sarpati: *smirks and nods, getting the feeling that he wasn't going to make any progress* To be honest I can't remember how long it has been since I took up residence there, but it has been quite some time.
Cavatina: Ah, i see~ *sways her tail a bit, eager to actually get to go in the castle though she won't admit it*
Sarpati: *smiles a little, willing the woven creation to stop at the entrance of the castle and hops out of the cart, unraveling the horse as he waits for her to follow* So ah, welcome to my humble abode.
Cavatina: *jumps out of the cart as well, watching as Sarpati unraveled the horse* Thank you. *looks to the castle* For, uh... Bringing me here~
Sarpati: You're most welcome, it might be nice to have a visitor anyway, as long as everything got cleaned up at least...*nods and smiles, unraveling the cart as well once she vacates it, grabbing a blue-dyed strand from it as he did. Oddly enough, he could feel something on it, almost as if it was-* Curious... So! Uh, a tour I suppose! *begins down the main entrance, which looks fairly normal for a castle, except for the black weaving interspersed with the original stone*
Cavatina: *watches as the cart unravels, looking away once it's done unraveling* Yes, a tour would be lovely~ *steps into the castle lightly, peering around to take in how odd yet fascinating this place is*
Sarpati: *takes her through the first floor, which is still mostly intact, but only modestly decorated. The atrium has a few old and tattered banners hanging along the stone/mesh walls, the sun casting shadows across them. The rooms on the outside are also sparse, a few tables and chairs, but some have tapestries that seem older than the castle itself.* I don't really keep much down here, as you can see...
Cavatina: *looks around before poking one of the chairs curiously, hoping it doesn't fall apart* I can see that. *looks to Sarpati, tilting her head to one side* What's the kitchen look like?
Sarpati: The...kitchen? I don't really...I mean, that's what the cellar is for! *comes up with a quick answer, pointing over to a 'wall' of woven lines that blocks off the stairs going down* It's uh...rather... I just sort of piled everything that was laying about down there, so it's in no shape to be seen right now. *appears rather flustered about this*
Cavatina: *gives a light giggle* Oh, i see~ *Shrugs* I was just a bit uh, curious is all~ *looks around* What rooms are finished? If you don't mind me asking...?
Sarpati: Eh heh... *seems relieved that she didn't press the issue* Most of the other rooms are fine, this was just a rush job to clean everything up, see?. *he points to the stone floor, where there are a few scratches that look like something was dragged towards the cellars, though how recent they are is hard to tell.* So uh...shall we continue to the 2nd floor?
Cavatina: *after listening to him with interest, she nodded and prepared to follow him to the next floor* Let's be off~
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Song and Salmon Cyprinus x Echelon x Zoey Mouse x Zoey^2 Started: May 15th, 2012
Zoey: *dances happily around the thread to the beat of her own drum*
Cyprinus: The giant talking fish returns! But...you're dancing. Fish don't dance, nor do they play drums! 8|
Zoey: I'm not playing the drum. Echo is. And I'm still not a fish. -_-
Echelon: *pauses his drumming* What up? cool
Cyprinus: You can't fool me, talking fish, I saw you flopping around yesterday~ *looks over the drumming noodle* Hmmm, pretty and colorful, but I just don't think I could work the drum into any good meal. You see, not many people have a taste for drum heads these days. neutral
Zoey: I was tied up in your net, I couldn't do much more than flop... >_<
Cyprinus: *bows* I am Cyprinus, some know me for my exquisite sushi. And who might you be, my delicious looking noodle?
Echelon: I am Echelon, but if you promise not to try and eat me or put me in your sushi, you can call me Echo. *shuffles carefully forward and offers his paw tapping his drum softly*
Cyprinus: Put you in sushi?! I beg your pardon, but noodles do not belong in sushi! *shakes his head* They go better in a side dish, of course. *stares at the offered paw for a moment, before returning the gesture with his own paw* I suppose I can spare you, but if I go out of business because of this, I'm blaming you!
oocCyp
Roserain
Deejaye
/eats Cyrinius's sushi 8UUUUU
Not if I get to it first 8|
oocCyp: Ladies, ladies, there is plenty to go around, don't fight over me!
Echelon: *laughs nervously* I assure you, me not being eaten will not put you out of business. I'm worth more when I play. *starts pounding on his drum and humming*
Cyprinus: *ears twitch, and he backs up slightly* I'll have to take your word for that, drums are a bit too loud for a restaurant setting. You would scare away all of my customers!
Echelon: Oh...sorry. *pauses* How about guitar or piano? I also play a mean harmonica. *smiles, pulls out his mouth organ and plays a little* ^~^
Cyprinus: Hmmmm~ Not bad for such a small instrument *nods* I don't have a guitar or piano with me though, as they don't seem very helpful for swimming.
Echelon: Swimming? They're for entertaining. *chuckles* That would be something to accomplish. Swim and play an instrament at the same time XD
Cyprinus: Well...that explains the weird looks I was getting. *shakes his fins a little, and brings his tail fin up* I wanted to get into music once, you know, but these things just don't make much noise...
Echelon: Hmm...you could play something with with your paws *immitates playing the guitar* and then drum with your tail. *flicks his tail around* ^-^ Doo dee da hmm hmm dee da *dances around while playing the air guitar*
Cyprinus: Oh no, I'm happy with my decision to make exceptional sushi, I just wish I knew what these things were for. *watches him for a moment, and then moves a little with the tune he's making*
Echelon: *slows the tempo, a bit confused* You mean your fins?
Cyprinus: *eyes go wide* FINS! Of course they're fins, how could I be so blind! But...why do I have them, I'm not a fish. *scratches chin*
Echelon: *jumps at the loud shout* Well, you're part fish. My house mate, Kitsune, is part fish, too. She's an awesome swimmer. You must be a good swimmer, too! *nods*
Cyprinus: Psssh *doesn't even try containing his laughter* Please, I'm not a fish, don't be silly. I just have a knack for swimming, which I use to catch fresh fish for my sushi.
Echelon: I said you were part fish, I didn't say you were a fish. *shrugs* The fins just help you swim better than others.
Cyprinus: No no, even part fish would be stretching it, I am simply a gifted swimmer. These...decorative things are just a coincidence, I've never even used them for swimming. *nods* I think I would know if I was part fish.
Echelon: How could you not use them? *cocks head* I mean, fish or not, that's gotta be useful for a speed boost or something. *flicks his tail as if he's swimming underwater*
Cyprinus: I certainly will now, perhaps I can even keep up with tuna! We'll see if their ram-ventilation hacks can save them! *seems excited at the opportunity to chase them down, and puffs up a bit* I always thought they were a burden in the water, they never seemed to do anything, honestly.
Echelon: *nodding* I would pay to watch that. *stomach growls* huh? *chuckles* I guess all this talk of fish has made me hungry.
Cyprinus: *hops a bit* I can fix both of those problems, if you'd like~ Though I doubt you'd be able to keep up with me, so you might not get to see the tuna catching. *nods* Mmmmmm, delicious tuna... Anywho! I can whip up some food after I go catch the ingredients, if you want. *grins* Perhaps you could find a piano in the meantime or something?
Echelon: Maybe if I had a speed boat...*licks his lips* Oooo! That would be great! *looks around* I think my Casio keyboard is in my car. I'll set it up, if you want.
Cyprinus: That would be great! *looks around, and points to a decent area* I can fix everything up over there if that's alright with you, otherwise pick a spot that works for you. Yay fishing time~! *bounds off to jump in the convenient ocean nearby*
Echelon: o_0 /I've been standing next to an ocean?/ *shrugs and runs back to his car* Ah, my beautiful. *carries the stand and keyboard and sets up* Lucky I changed the batteries. *plays a little tune*
Cyprinus: /Anything is possible when you're crazy! I mean, me! 8'D/ *a while later, flops onto a dock and proceeds to haul a 3' long fish out of the water* I *grunt* got one! I got one I got one I got one! *pantpantpant*
Echelon: Whoa! *runs over to help* That's amazing! Did you use your fins this time?
Cyprinus: Yes, I would have never guessed they would be so useful! *drags the fish with Echo to a suitable spot on the dock and stops to catch his breath* He was a sly one too, tried to fool me by using my name and everything! *pantomimes the late tuna* 'Cyp? What are you doing?! Nooooooo~!' *grins* cat_mrgreen
Echeon: *ears perk* You can talk to fish? That's amazing! *ponders* I'll have to ask Suneki if she can do that, too... *glances down at the giant fish* So, fish are not just mindless little treats that swim around waiting to be eaten? They're smart? I mean, I know dolphins are smart, but tuna, too?
Cyprinus: *shrugs* Eh, they typically don't have much to say. I think this one was trying to convince me that I knew him. Which is silly really, I had never met him before, he wasn't even from the same school as my other friends! *looks down at the fish* Too late to find out now though! *grins again*
Echelon: *laughs* You really like catching fish, don't you. *pokes at the tuna* Do you make lots of different dishes with fishes? Or mainly make sushi? Couldn't resist the opportunity to rhyme that time...
Cyprinus: But of course, how else can I ensure that the meat is fresh? You just can't trust those scoundrels at the fish markets these days. *huffs* As for what I make...that depends on what I can get my paws on really. I like to stick with sushi though, it is an art I strive to master! *puffs up chest again*
Echelon: True, I've gotten some pretty bad fish at some places. *shudders* I would love to try some your famous sushi. *licks lips*
Cyprinus: And I would love to make some! *giant grin* But first, I should probably get some knives. Trying to do everything by hand is kinda messy... *scampers off to find his weapons of choice cutlery.*
Echelon: *galnces at paws* I don't like getting dirty, it messes up my instraments. *watches Cyp run off* Okay, I'll just stay here and...guard the tuna. *sniffs the fish* You're gonna be yummy. ^~^
Cyprinus: *trots back with a bag of goodies, and pulls out a rather large knife, setting into the tuna almost immediately to gut it* Hmm hmmm hmm cut cut chop~ Knife is connected to the *grunt* spine is connected to the *rip* innards which are connected to themselves~ *holds up the mess of fish guts* There! Delicious, no? cat_mrgreen
Echelon: *chukles* Do you always sing that when you're gutting? *dodges flying fish bones* cat_3nodding Could you eat it raw just like that? Or is it better in sushi?
Cyprinus: *eyes go wide* cat_eek Well...if you really wanted you could eat all the organs, but I don't use them. *tosses them off the dock without a thought* The meat is where it's at! But this is all we need now. *nods and drags the now lighter tuna shell to a more suitable spot*
Echelon: *sniffs at* Oh, okay.cat_razz *follows Cyp* so when did you know you were meant to do this? *gestures to the dead/gutted fish*
Cyprinus: I've always liked swimming, and fish, so it just kind of came together really. That and there was no acceptable sushi places around, so I made one! *pulls out a folding table from his bag and sets up* Now shoo, shoo! Play your fancy music while I prepare this fancy fish!
Echelon: *smiles* Good for you! *is shooed* Okay, okay. cat_whee *skitters back to his keyboard* Do de do... *starts playing the piano and singing through a synthesizer* Fish heads, fish heads...
Cyprinus: *dances slowly to the music as he works* Fish heads can only go so far! *chops off the tuna's head with a giant blade before continuing* Fish heads, fish heads, don't belong in su-shi, hm hmmm, hm hmmm~ You pick good music for this, my delectable friend! cat_smile
Echelon: *chuckles* Thanks, this was the first song that came into my head. *ponders* Dispite the many uses the song states, *ends the song* fish heads aren't very good company...plus *wrinkes his nose* they start to smell after a while. cat_rolleyes
Cyprinus: Fish heads certainly are good company! Until you chop them off, of course. *chop chop slice* Personally, I don't use them very often, as I don't make soup that much. *fold arrange cut* But yes, fish is only good for so long~ *drives the knife he was using into the table and offers Echo a plate of assorted rolls. All with tuna, of course.* Which is why YOU MUST EAT IT! cat_biggrin
Echelon: Hahaha, well I can't talk to fish, so they're not very good company...even with their heads on. *eyes the rolls* Thank you, Cy! *noms on a roll* cat_4laugh*hugs* It's so delicious! *helps himself to another*
Cyprinus: Maybe you can talk to fish, but they just don't like you enough to respond~ *nods sagely* And you are very welcome of course! *ears twitch at the hug, unsure of why a potential dish would be doing so* ...Sushi! *partakes in his own creation as well*
Echelon: *blinks* I'd never thought of it that way...*eats some more sushi* So, *swallows* what's the most out-of-this-world dish you've ever served up?
Cyprinus: Sometimes it just takes someone else to point it out~ *grins* As for a dish...none! I have never prepared a meal using alien fish. But if I ever encounter one, I will certainly try it! *nods* cat_mrgreen
Echelon: *nods* That's the great thing about having friends, you get to see the world through their eyes. *pauses when he hears the part about aliens* cat_blaugh You'll have to tell me how that turns out. What I meant was, what's the most exotic dish you've ever created?
Cyprinus: Sushi rice! cat_biggrin *grins and nods enthusiastically* Honestly though, dragon rolls are fun to make, and using jellyfish in just about anything is usually interesting. *thinks for a moment* What's the most complex instrument you've ever played?
Echelon: cat_surprised You can eat jellyfish? I thought they lurked just under the surface so they could suprise attack you with up to 600 volts of electricity. *glances at Cyp* Don't be impressed, that's about as far as my fish knowledge goes...except that they also make great sushi *noms on another* Hm....I'd have to say the harp. I tried it once when I was little, but my arms weren't long enough to reach all the strings. *chuckles*
Cyprinus: Electricity? Oh no, you're thinking of a eels, and I'm not that much a fan of eel in my sushi anyway. Jellyfish have tiny harpoon things, which is what stings you when you touch them. Fish is my specialty, so I know some things about them. *nods and snags a few more of the quickly disappearing rolls* As for musical instruments, why not just get a smaller harp or bigger arms? *grins as if this made perfect sense*
Echelon: *facepaw* I guess that puts my list of 'things I know about fish' back down to zero. cat_xp *ponders* Harpoons, eh? *laughs* It's easier to play now that my arms are longer, but I prefer to play more portable instraments. *goes to take another piece of sushi, then realizes they're all gone* Wow, those were really good. cat_4laugh
Cyprinus: Not true! It's back up to at least one again!cat_mrgreen *grins and nods* There's...an actual name for what the stingy things are, but if you saw a picture of them 'harpoon' would be a fitting enough description. *looks over the plate he had made after Echo's comment, then to the remnants of the tuna* YOU SELFISH FISH, YOU ATE ALL OF YOURSELF?! *seems to honestly believe this happened*
Echelon: *smiles* I guess that does leave it at one...*jumps back in surprise when he hears the harsh accusation* Um...but he didn't. We did. Technically, we were the one's who ate him. *eyes the dead fish, then Cyp, who's glaring at it*
Cyprinus: That's what he'd LIKE US TO THINK! Isn't it fish?! *pokes the tuna's head, which lay on the ground where it landed after he cut it off* Always with the swimmings and the talkings and the eatings the food I made out of you!
Echelon: Erm...Cyp? I think he's going to take the fifth for this trial. *thinks Cyp is about ready to wrestle an answer out of the tuna* How about we go for a walk, or a swim? *glances back at his car* or maybe you'd like to play a song with me?
Cyprinus: *huffs and kicks the tuna head over* Fine, but next time I'll be watching him! *looks up at Echo, thinking for a moment* I'd be up for walking or another song I suppose. *goes about cleaning up everything and packing it back into his bag of stuff*
Echelon: *helps Cyp pack his stuff* How about we walk to the park and play some music there? *looks at the sky* It's a beautiful day, I hope the park isn't too full. I should be able to carry my guitar and piano...
Cyprinus: Sure! But... *closes the bag, then stares blankly at him for a moment* Should I bring the tuna so I can play its bones? Or maybe...bring my knives so I can play some percussion? *tries to think of other jury rigged instruments he could play* Hmmm...
Echelon: *looks at the fish bones* Huh. I never thought of playing fish bones. *runs his paws over the ribs listening to the ticking tapping sound they make* Yes! That would be perfect! Er, you probably shouldn't bring the knives to the park though...it might make other people nervous.
Cyprinus: *looks down at the assorted knives he had hastily grabbed in the hopes that they would be the choice* Awww...but I'm good with knives~ See? *takes the wad of knife handles and throws them at the tuna carcass. One of the knives goes directly through the fish's eye, but the rest land haphazardly on the ground around it. Cyprinus just grins.* Perfect shot!
Echelon: *leaps away from the knives* Ah...yes cat_sweatdrop Great aim. Erm, but I still think it would be best to just stick with the fish bones. They have the best...percussion sound! *nods* If you've got everything you need, we can head out. cat_3nodding
Cyprinus: *pouts* Fiiiiine, you're the musician I suppose... *collects the knives and puts them back into his bag and disposes of the remains of the tuna carcass before grabbing the fish skeleton, looking up at Echo with a big grin* Ready when you are!
Echelon: *grins* Alrighty then! *double checks to make sure he's got everything he needs and heads off* There's a nice tree I like to sit under and practice. It's got a wide trunk that's soft to lean against and the grass isn't wet so you don't have to worry about ruining electronic instraments. *pats his piano*
Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 7:39 pm
Dockside Fishes Cherry Tesko x Dagda Hound x Mouse Started: May 19th, 2012
Dagda: *sits on an old dock, fishing. The wood is worn and warped, moss and algae growing wherever it can take hold*
Cherry Tesko: *pokes her head out of the water, fins rested against her back* < < > > *spots Dagda and gasps, going back under water quickly, water around where she is ripples for am moment before stopping* D:
Dadga: *hears something, and looks to find the source, only spotting the ripples in the water* Hello? Is someone there?
Cherry Tesko: *pokes the tip of her back fin out in response before quickly withdrawing it* ... *swims around in a circle underwater, causing the water to ripple even more* DDDx
Dagda: *spots the fin this time, and watches as she creates more ripples along the surface. Carefully pulling out his fishing line, he sets it on the dock, softly speaking to whatever was under the water* Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you...
Cherry Tesko: *stops her frantic swimming, poking her muzzle out of the water* R-really...? You... Won't?
Dagda: *smiles as the mystery creature pokes out of the water, his ears turning to focus on her* No, I promise. Did you get snagged on my line? I didn't know you were there, you see.
Cherry Tesko: N-no. I didn't. *looks around for a way out of the water. Finding a way, she merges back under water and swims to where she can climb out. Once she's out, she flicks her fish tail, spreading her back fins out* W-wait, you're... *eyes his aquatic features* Like me?
Dagda: *watches as she exits the water, smiling and nodding lightly at her observation, spreading his fins and flicking the end of his tail once before letting them fall back to their resting positions, his voice soft and calm* Yes, does that bother you?
Cherry Tesko: *shakes her head* N-no i... I'm rather relieved you are one of my kind. *lets a small smile spread on her face, resting her back fins* Very, relieved. I should say. *confidently offers a paw* I'm Cherry Tesko. Call me Cherry or Tesko or what ever other nickname you may feel is appropriate for me. What's... Your name?
Dagda: I see. Some noodles think it is odd that an aquatic would be fishing, is all. [[I'M LOOKING AT YOU, CYP]] *turning to face her, he pulls a leg up against his chest, leaving the other dangling over the water, before gently taking her offered paw with his own* My name is Dagda. Though I suppose if you wanted to shorten it, Dag would suffice as well. A pleasure to meet you, Cherry.
Cherry Tesko: I can see why they would think that, though. *firmly shakes his paw* Thank you, it's a pleasure to meet you too... Uh, Dag. *flutters her arm fins*
Dagda: *nods, ears twitching slightly as he rests his arms across his knee* So, what brings you out to these parts? I would have to say this is the first time I have seen anything but the local fish by this dock.
Cherry Tesko: Well uh... I was just out and about swimming, is all. *looks to the water* I'm... Usually always swimming to hide from others, you know?
Dagda: *nods a bit* I suppose that is reasonable enough. *a frown pulls at his expression, and his ears twitch back slightly* You are hiding from someone? Are you in danger?
Cherry Tesko: *rapidly shakes her head* Oh! N-n-no! I'm... Not in any danger. Just... *looks around in a paranoid manner* I just... Uhm... Well i don't really... *looks back to Dag* Trust, others... You know uh... Uh-ha. *laughs nervously*
Dagda: *smiles softly again, nodding* Well, I am glad that you are not being pursued, but why do you not trust others? *tilts his head a little to the side* Did something happen to you prior that made you so?
Cherry Tesko: *flattens her ears back* Maybe... Maybe I'll tell you... S-some other time. *looks away quickly, obviously a bit hurt at thinking of her past and how she got to be this way* > <;;;
Dagda: *a worried expression crosses his face, but he nods again, one ear skewing to the side in concern* I understand. Trust is earned, not given out, afterall.
Cherry Tesko: *nods a bit, looking back to him* Th-thank you... For understanding. *fiddles her paws around with one another, looking down to them* I'm sorry...
Dagda: You are very welcome, of course. *smiles up at her, ears perking up again.* There is no need to apologize to me, you have done nothing wrong.
Cherry Tesko: I just... Feel a bit bad is all. *shrugs and looks back up at him* Well, uh... *has no clue what to say*
Dagda: I understand, but it is not your fault. *laughs softly and shakes his head* That would be my place to apologize. Regretfully I do not make a very good host, I am not that entertaining.
Cherry Tesko: It's fine... Er, yeah uh... Y-you... didn't know... *looks back down at her paws* Haha, me neither... Seeing as i'm usually hiding and all. *sighs softly*
Dagda: *looks down at the dock, ears twitching slightly as he thinks. He turns to pick up his fishing rod, making sure the line was properly secured before placing it aside again, then bringing his other leg onto the dock, fully facing her now* So, do you have any family out here?
Cherry Tesko: *frowns again, choking back a few tears she feels* ... U-uuh... Yeah, kinda... *gently wipes under her eyes to make sure the tears don't fall down* How... How about you?
Dagda: *matches her expression, tilting his head to the side as his ear askews* I am sorry, I feel like that might be another sensitive subject for you... *continues watching her, concerned, as he softly replies* I live out here with my father, who runs a small fishing group to help feed our village. My mother passed away giving birth to my brother, and he was so frail that he did not last the week. I am...the only family my father has left.
Cherry Tesko: *makes a small sobbing noise* I-it's fine. I-i-i'm sorry i... *wipes at her eyes some more* Th-that's nice. A-aside from your mother and brother p-passing away. I'm terrible s-sorry about that.
Dagda: *worry tugs at his face, and he eases himself up, slowly approaching her* I am sorry, I did not mean to make you cry... *stops a short distance from her, cautiously holding his arms out for her, tilting his head slightly to the side*
Cherry Tesko: It's f-fine, really. Y-you... Didn't know. *eyes his arms for a moment before hugging him, assuming that's why he had held his arms out to her, sobbing lightly*
Dagda: *lightly holds her in his embrace with one paw, the other slowly stroking her head as he whispers to her* It is alright, you are safe here...
Cherry Tesko: A-am i... Really? I've never been safe... N-never. Ever since i-i was a b-bowl... *sniffles* Taken from m-my family... *hics, holding back to urge to fully cry*
Dagda: It is as safe a place as I can make it, I assure you. *nodding as she explains, he keeps his hold on her light in case she were to pull away* I can only imagine how traumatic that would have been for you...
Cherry Tesko: *sobs lightly, wiping a few tears away that were at the base of her eyes* I-i wish i could... J-just forget it all but... I-i can't.
Dagda: I know... Sometimes there are things that hurt so much we wish we could forget them. *continues to slowly run his paw over the fur on her head as he whispers to her softly* But you must learn from them, and you must be strong because of them.
Cherry Tesko: *eyes wonder up to the sky, staying in Dag's embrace* I-i don't know how to be strong from it, th-though... *sighs*
Dagda: *nods just a bit* That I know as well, unfortunately, and it can be the hardest part. But I can only give you direction, I cannot walk the path for you. *pauses for a moment as his own memories resurface* The past will certainly color your personality, but you must not let it haunt the present.
Cherry Tesko: True i... I just... *sighs, wanting to escape the subject. She pulls out of his embrace, curling her tail around herself* S-so uh... *looks to the water, wondering what she could say or ask to start up a different conversation*
Dagda: *easily lets her pull away, following her gaze to the water before padding over to his fishing spot once more to sit down, patting the aged wood next to him as he looks back at her with a gentle smile* Would you care for a story?
Cherry Tesko: *scoots over next to him, tail still curled around herself* Oh, uh... Uhm, sure~ *glances up to Dagda for a moment then looks back to the water and sighs*
Dagda: *smiles and softly begins as he looks out over the lake* Every year I come across animals that through one reason or another are too injured to make it on their own. Maybe a bad fall, barely escaped a fight, ate the wrong food. Whatever their situation, whatever their place in the food chain, I take them in and nurse them back to health as best I can. Be it ducks, fish, or even a rather confused wolf at one point. And even if...they don't make it, I won't turn down the next one that I come across, I keep trying... *pauses a moment, lost in thought, not quite sure where he was going with this.*
Cherry Tesko: *listens, ears perking up ever so slightly* That's nice of you... *nods* I'm sure they appreciate your h-help. *smiles lightly*
Dagda: *nods* That is why I keep doing it, even if they cannot be grateful or do not realize that I am helping them. Dad says I get it from my mother, but I would not know of course...
Cherry Tesko: *frowns again* Ah, uh... Y-yeah. *looks back to the water, tail flicking a bit*
Dagda: *looks over at her and sees her expression, his ears drooping a little* Oh...I should not have mentioned that, my apologies... *looks back over the lake again*
Cherry Tesko: N-no it's... Fine, really. *forces a small smile on her muzzle* Er, uh... *looks down to her paws, unsure what to say*
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Battle of the Chefs Arella x Cyprinus Aps x Mouse Started May 22nd, 2012
Arella: -Humming to herself while making noise in the kitchen. Flour was everywhere, even on her face and stuck to her fur.- In the oven you go, Little Pretties. Make Mommy happy, grow all fluffy and sweet! Huu.. huuu... huu~!
Cyprinus: *pokes his head in to see what all the commotion is, spotting the flour-covered noodle* What luck! A pre-breaded meal, no need to prepare it! *pokes her arm* And still fresh even!
Arella: -Turns her head and glares.- Who might you be, and what are you doing in my kitchen! -Takes a swing at him with her spoon.-
Cyprinus: Ahhh, too fresh too fresh! *ducks and covers his head before pulling out a rolled up sushi mat* Attack me will you?! Perhaps you just need to be tenderized first! *swings back at her*
Arella: -Dodges it and jumps up on the counter, her back to the wall.- I am not food you dimwit! Gremlins are getting dumber! Ack!
Cyprinus: Trying to cook yourself before I can? Why are you covered in flour if you are not a food, hmm? *Does the best fighting stance that he can come up with, fins flared out, tail twitching lightly* I will make an excellent dish out of your delicious noodleself! *grins*
Arella: I'm not food! I am baking! The cookies are the f- -Stops in midsentence when she hears the oven ding.- Out of the way you stupid Gremlin! -Swings her spoon again before getting the mits to take out the cookies.- They're done! -She takes one and shoves it in his mouth.- If you have to eat something, eat that!
Cyprinus: *Blinks as she hops around the kitchen, brandishing his straw roll just in case* A pleasure to meet you, Baking. I am Cyprinus. I regret to end this conversation so quickly, but I simply must have you for din-omf! *Coughs and spits the cookie out* Scoundrel! You would stoop so low as to try poisoning me?! You will be soup by the time-...Hmm. For poison this is pretty tasty...
Arella: Its not poison, you dim wit! Its a cookie! Its filled with all kinds of sugar, and flour, and chocolate! They're amazing, if I do say. -Snorts at him.- You may have another one... only if you promise to stop your non-sense about eating me. -Taps his nose as if he were a bad pet.-
Cyprinus: *Scrunches his nose up at the tap, sneezing at the assorted powders floating around the kitchen* A cookie...of course! *Relaxes his stance, lowering his ever-so-deadly rolled up mat* I suppose I will spare you from my dishes this time, even though you are ever-so-conveniently prepared, my scrumptious morsel. Perhaps this confection will be worth it, for now~ *Nod nod*
Arella: -Relaxing slightly, she was still loath to part with her cookies. But the strange Gremlin was crafty, and she didn't want to become sushi! Narrowing her eyes, she pushed a couple cookies onto a plate and handed it his way.- You better be happy, I don't just give my cookies away to anyone, I'll have you know! -Spoons out more uncooked dough onto a pan and puts it in the oven.-
Cyprinus: *Looks at the plate of cookies, then to his lethal weapon, and decides perhaps it would be best to put it away for now before carefully taking the offered dish* Hmmm... Is it a secret recipe? A rare ingredient that can only be harvested once a year? *Pokes a cookie to make sure it won't explode before trying it, eyes going wide as he tries it* Mmmmf ifff mrrffiffmff!
Arella: Of course its a secret recipe! And don't even think I'd share it with you. -Puts her paws on her hips and scoffs.- I wouldn't say its a rare ingredient though... it just takes a certain skill to be able to make them this good!
Cyprinus: So you say... *Finishes the cookie before turning his attention to her again* I think perhaps I will have to try this 'secret ingredient' in my food as well... *Pokes at the flour-covered noodle's fur again, debating how best to collect the ingredient* Hmmm....
Caecilius: *Sits outside, boredly crushing dirt into rocks with biotic fields*
Janeryes: *in a black uniform with red piping at the collar, wings retracted* *keeps tapping at her wrist unit trying to figure out what's making it go off ever few seconds* Not being broken...*swears in her own language then follows coming upon the male crushing the rocks*
Wrist Unit: *BEEP*
Janeryes: *frowns at it but realizes this is what's making it go off and shuts it down* Excusing me...but what are doing?
Caecilius: *is wearing his typical gear. Lightly armored gauntlets cover his hands, and matching greaves sit over dark cargo pants. A utlity-type belt sits at his waist, and a plain shirt that is clearly showing its age covers his chest. The armor has seen better days, but somehow retains most of its original dark-red hue. He hears the female's question behind him, but doesn't bother turning to face her, surrounding another patch of dirt with a field before crushing it into a rock.* That depends. Who's asking?
Janeryes: *used to being addressed as such but still causes her mouth to twitch in disapproval* I are just being curious. I have not been seeing such abilities before. I am being Princessa Janeryes Seraphium. And you?
Caecilius: That's a pretty fancy sounding name. I'm Caecilius, but people tend to call me Cae or 'Get away you freak!'. Take your pick. What I'm doing is practicing because I'm bored and there's no merc jobs that pay enough right now. *He glaces back at her, a blue-tinted visor covering the upper half of his face, a faint outline of his features visible through it.* What brings you here?
Janeryes: *shrugs* Was bored...decided hiding on Terran Prime was being good idea...Been long time since anyone looked for me...*smiles a bit* Mercenary? Having done that once...acted as medic for ship. Was fun...for awhile.
Caecilius: A medic? I might've sent a few people your way then. But yes, some would consider me a mercenary. *turns his attention back to the field of potholes in front of him* Who were you hiding from?
Janeryes: Maybe. *crosses her arms and sighs* The race that destroyed mine...and an ex-lover...who are being of the aforementioned race...I am having bad taste in men sometimes.
Caecilius: Pssssh, that has to be awkward. *makes a dismissive wave* I don't have a contract for you though, so no worries there. Your race was destroyed though? What's the story behind that one?
Janeryes: *gives him a look* I would not be going down easy anyway. *considers how to make this a short story* ...Fenian's, *points to herself* my race, were expanding through our areas of space. Becoming good sized empire, having good space force...though not being good enough. Had run in with Dracos...had accidentally expanded into territory they having considered theirs. First contact turned into full war...Lost home planet, family, and whole race...am only survivor as far as knowing. Was serving on a small carrier at time as chief medical officer...eventually found and taken prisoner, used fake name...got found anyway...Had affair with Drake...ended badly.
Caecilius: You'd be surprised how many times I hear that one... *doesn't push the subject, and simply nods as she tells her story, still not bothering to look at her as he leans back onto his hands* Eugh, that puts 'fraternizing with the enemy' to shame. Any idea what happened to the guy? Kill him by chance? Or...want him killed?
Janeryes: *shrugs* Did it to self...wanted chance at blood...had interesting results on my genetic make-up. *snorts* Not dead...be impossible. Wouldn't want to see you try. Drake is Dracos...hard to kill...nearly impossible. Race being immortal.
Caecilius: Immortal? Well there's your problem right there, they probably have some over-population issues. I bet they're dicks about it too. *snickers* I've killed a few 'impossible' things and people before, they tend to have the highest reward.
Janeryes: *shakes her head* Not really...having a very high fatality rate among the young in the academies...But yes...are being male genatalia often.
Caecilius: So they're immortal...but die a lot when they're young? How does that work? *thinks for a moment, as if this is a novel concept* Why not just wipe them out that way?
Janeryes: In order explaining, having to have understanding of anatomy and points of weakness. *smirks a bit* Which will not be sharing, am currently sharing same point of weakness anatomically, but having natural resistance to their poison. *looks aghast then snorts and shakes her head* Destroying chlidren!? Is no honor, besides Dracos do not have a point where cannot be having children...only be needing one to make more. Even half breeds dangerous.
Caecilius: I can understand that, it would be hard to make a living if everyone knew your weaknesses. *laughs at her idea of honor, looking over his shoulder at her again, staring at her though his eyes are partially obscured* Can you honestly say you wouldn't have done something 'dishonorable' if it meant saving your entire race?
Janeryes: *shakes her head* Was never being my decision in first place, but...things will be happening as they are. Even our greatest weapons no match for Dracos...even did some "dirty" fighting...*shrugs* Doesn't matter, in long run. Galaxy takes care of weak...only strong survive.
Caecilius: That's a depressing outlook on life. But why are you still around then? Shouldn't you have gone the way of the 'weaker race'? *looks back at his mottled field, then sighs and simply flops onto his back, his visor reflecting the slow passage of the clouds overhead*
Janeryes: No. Am being hybrid. Something new. So therefore stronger.
Caecilius: So then what's stopping you from creating your own race? *states this matter-of-factly as if he doesn't realize the implications.* Make these Draco guys regret letting you live and such.
Janeryes: *snorts* Already working on that. Have boyfriend, very sweet.
Caecilius: *snickers* Well that's just peachy. Is he a Draco too, because that would make your kids like...quarter-Draco or something otherwise, right?
Janeryes: No. He being Terran...although a very special one. *shrugs* Doesn't bother me making half-breeds. Variety is spice of life they be saying, and as medical professional always wanting to see progression of evolution.
Caecilius: That's nice and all, just keep your medical bullshit away from me. I don't need any more 'spice' in my life thanks. *she probably wasn't even related to his own experiences, but he couldn't take back his words now, so he just stuck with it. It had struck a bit of a nerve, but no sense digging a hole for himself by talking more.*
Janeryes: *tilts her head* Oh? What have been happening to you then? I have to be saying, was curious...you seemed to be crushing rocks with...what...your mind?
Caecilius: Crushing dirt into rocks, but close enough. The short version would be that yes, I'm manipulating things with my mind, and I could give you a bit more detail but I don't know the science behind it to tell you much. As for what happened to me, I'd rather not talk about it. *thinks for a moment* I should apologize though, you weren't involved in what happened to me. *tries to change the subject before he says something else stupid* So...what's so great about this new guy? Is he...part phoenix or something?
Janeryes: Uhhuh...*considers that* Interesting...must be making a note for laters. *blinks at the subject change* Bailey? No, he is being genetically altered to be part Fairy? I think it is...some sort of experiments of war. But is being very sweet. Never thought having romantic entanglements again, very refreshing.
Caecilius: *dismissively waves his hand again* Psssh, speak for yourself. I have a hard enough time worrying about my own skin to bother with a relation of any sort. Just another weakness someone wily enough could exploit anyway.
Janeryes: Is why not picking weaklings for romance is important.
Caecilius: Sure sure, don't pick weaklings. How's that working out for you, picking someone from the 'stronger' race that destroyed your own?
Janeryes: Am being immortal. How's that working for you?
Caecilius: I see your point. *snorts* I'd probably sleep with a Batarian chick if it made me immortal...
Janeryes: Batarian? That being...?
Caecilius: Uh, think Terran, but ugly, with an extra set of eyes, a mouth full of daggers, and a voice like they have caltrops stuck in their throat. Most have a worse vocabulary than I do. The females aren't anything to swoon over either.
Janeryes: *tries to picture this and makes a mess of it in her head* I are not picturing that right probably. Seems unattractive...though think I am winning, where I from are *trills the "r's"* Brr'til
Caecilius: Ugh, and I have no doubt for such a nice sounded name they are actually ugly as sin, right? *pulls up his omnitool, the amber gauntlet flickering to life as it struggles to function. He pulls up an image and angles his arm from where he lay so that she could see it.* They anything worse than this?
Janeryes: *studies the image* Is not so bad...*powers up her wrist unit and pulls up an image of a large cockroach like entity walking on it's back legs* This be Brr'til.
Caecilius: Yeah, we have those too, but they walk on 4...or 6 legs. Supposedly they're sentient, but that didn't stop them from starting a war. I think I'd prefer sleeping with the Batarian though, if I were to choose.
Janeryes: Ours more unsavory...not starting wars...just leaders in slave trade and other less legal endeavors.
Caecilius: Yeah, our giant bugs just seem to attack things. The Batarians fill the shady dealings niche, mostly terrorism though.
Janeryes: Not approving of terrorism. Not overly common though. Dracos either incorporate those they find or destroy them. And those incorporated are happy to be so.
Caecilius: I'm sure they don't really have a say in the matter either, most would rather live enslaved than die. Cowards.
Janeryes: Thinking of it this way: If superior race is coming to yours and offering your not even space flight capable race, chance to rule the galaxy with them, and crushing neighboring race that always being so pesky in to submission, would you be saying no? Course you ending up being fodder for cannon, but still pretty nice feathering in cap when thinking about it. You get advanced weapons, star ships capabilities, a new planet or two for personal using, trade, new enemies for fighting, the training to be fighting them, maybe some of you get immortality from Dracos. Very appealing.
Caecilius: I'll admit that's a pretty nice compensation package for being enslaved, but you might as well give a cow the same thing. Make it sentient, give it a life of luxury, only to send it off to slaughter for food. In the end you still gave up your freedom. Personally, I'd rather take the freedom, no matter the cost.
Janeryes: And that being Terran's problem. You think everyone special and that giving up any freedom what so ever is bad...*sighs*
Caecilius: Not necessarily, different Terran factions think differently. Some follow my line of thinking, others follow a 'group over the individual' line of thinking that would fit with yours, I think. I just don't like being enslaved, no matter how many layers of illusion are between me and the whip.
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The Salmon Talkers Cyprinus x Terence Mouse x Aria Started May 21st, 2012
oocCyp: He speaks in Salmon?! 8D
Terence: *grins* "Why yes I do!" xD
Cyprinus: Psssh, that's not how salmon talk. 8T
Terence: O_O "Salmon...c-can talk?!"
Cyprinus: :V And you call yourself a salmon-talker?! Of course they talk, you silly winged...tasty looking...noodle... emotion_c8
Terence: "I had no idea..." *ponders the idea of talking fish* "Wait...did you just....call me...tasty?" *takes a step back*
Cyprinus: Oh, my apologies! I didn't realize I said that aloud. *ponders for a moment before offering a paw* I am known as Cyprinus, who might you be?
Terence: "Ah...that's okay." It bothered him that he was thinking such a thing in the first place. He watched the Noodle's paw cautiously before reaching out and giving him a strong handshake. "Pleasure to meet you Cyprinus! I am Terence." He looked around. "So you like fish, huh?"
Cyprinus: "I certainly do! They make for wonderful food if prepared correctly." He grins and nods enthusiastically as he returns the handshake. "Of course, catching them is also fun, but then you have to deal with those embarassing moments when the fish thinks they know you. Silly fish, as if I would forget which ones I've talked to before."
Terence: ”Oo, like in sushi? You know I have never had sushi before.” He smiles along with the Noodle, enjoying his enthusiasm for his work. He listens to Cyprinus talk about fish. Terence wraps his tail around his paws as he sits down. ”What do you mean…talk to fish? You can understand them? Fish talk?”cat_surprised
Cyprinus: He stares at Terence as if he's some sort of alien. "Never had sushi before? What kind of scrumptious noodle hasn't had sushi before?!" Cyprinus continues to stare at Terence as if he's from another planet. "Well of course fish talk. That's like asking if fish eat their young." He shakes his head a bit, as if these were common notions.
Terence: "No...I've never really tried fish before. I like chicken and chicken tastes like everything so I just figured that's what fish tastes like...right?" Terence sat awkwardly while Cyprinus stared at him like he was from another planet. "So...um...what do you like to do besides talking to fish...and eating them?"
Cyprinus: "Not at all! Chicken is mediocre in comparison! Fish has class and flavor and aesthetics!" Cyprinus pauses at the question, a little confused. "Oh, well I take the fish I catch and make them into sushi of course. Sometimes other things if I'm feeling bored." He nods enthusiastically as if this is all there is to life.
Terence: "Hey chickens not that bad. Throw a little BBQ sauce on it and it's awesome. Or you could put it in a sandwich, those are good too." Listens to Cyprinus explain what he does with these...fish creatures. "Sushi huh? Can I try some? I think I should probably try it before I start saying it's gross. 'Cause, to be honest, it sounds a little weird." cat_confused
Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2012 8:19 am
Random In-thread Cyprinus x Hagan Mouse x dark_iced_angel Started August 23rd, 2012
Hagan: -growls-
Cyprinus: *stares blankly at the growling Noodle* o.o
Hagan: - Looks around and Spots another noodle and blinks - ... Ummm - doesnt know what to do with himself-
Cyprinus: *perks up when the Noodle says something* Hello! *grins*
Hagan : - eyes widens alittle - oh umm .. hello .. OH MY name is hagan - gets alittle over excited and tries not to yell. finding it hard to talk to some one new -
Cyprinus: Nice to meet you! Most know me as Cyprinus! *bows*
Hagan : Oh hi -bows back - never bowed before - he sits there staring at cyprinus's tail- ohh pretty you are the first noodle i have seen with that kinda tail
Cyprinus: *turns to look at his finned tail* Yeah it uh...helps me swim, as it turns out. To think I was actually swimming without using it! *looks over the patterns on the other Noodle's fur and mumbles something, mostly to himself* Garnish? I wonder if that would go well with tuna...
Hagan : swimming huh .. i err cant - notice's the other noodle look at his fur, and gets really nervous about the patterns on him and covers his body with his white tail and hides behind it - Yea.. hmm tuna ? - tilts his head -
Cyprinus: *blinks at the noodle* Oh, well, swimming isn't for everyone I guess. I'd have a hard time catching fish for my restaurant if I didn't though, so it all works out. *grins* Yes, tuna! You would go nicely with tuna, perhaps as a side dish, though maybe just a decoration...?
Hagan: - looks at cyprinus oddly- WHAT you want toooo ... eat me crying nuu i know i am not pretty but there is no need to eat me - hides under his tail - i wish soubi was here to make you not eat me.
Cyprinus: *blinks at the noodle again* Erm...well... *flicks his tail* I'm just saying, you would go well with tuna. I'm not actually going to eat you, silly thing. *grins again*
Hagan : you wanna eat me , i can see it in your eyes. - continues to cower behind his tail as he looks around for help- i feel ... like i am food , DAMN my flowers ! your gonna get me eaten - keeps his eyes on cyprinus as he see's him Grin ' oh man he is grinning at me ' thinking to himself, 'i am so gonna be cooked' he backs away slowly - it is like... you have cooked one of use before - scares himself and starts to panic -
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Random In-thread Caecilius x Xinjiao Mouse x Noxi Started August 18th, 2012
Caecilius: Always with the shoving me around, gd. >|
Xinjiao: [Looks up from his glass at the other Noodle] 'Sup?
Caecilius: Depends on who's asking...
Xinjiao: Uhh.. [Raises an eyebrow and glances about the room] I'm guessing I am, since there doesn't seem to be anyone else around. [Downs the contents of his glass with professional aplomb.] Whisky? [Picks up the bottle and refills his glass] You'll uhhh.. have to get your own cup, since I don't think either of us wanna share this one.
Caecilius: *holds back a snarky response when he hears the offer of liquor* Sure, why not. *digs through his pockets for his canteen and holds it out once he find it* This'll work I guess...
Xinjiao: [Pours a measure into the other's canteen.] I'm Xinjiao. [Takes another drink.]
Caecilius: *downs all of the given whisky like a ruffian* Man, for how many different species there are in this stupid galaxy, not many make anything worth drinking. At least, anything that won't kill you... *cocks an eyebrow at the name, though he highly doubted it would be noticed behind his visor* Caecilius. Or Cae if you prefer. 'Get away from me you freak' isn't unheard of either.
Xinjiao: Hum, wouldn't know. [Shoots the other a lopsided grin] Haven't really tired many drink from other planets. [Pours some more into the canteen.] 'Get away from me you freak' is a little long. Doesn't really roll of the tongue either. Think I'll stick with Cae. Ah, you can call me Xin, if ya want. [Shrugs]
Caecilius: Asari have the best, but otherwise you're not missing much. *smirks* Yeah, well, you haven't heard how fast some people can scream it out. *sips at the new whisky a bit*
Xinjiao: I'll keep that in mind. [Spreads his wings out to give them a good stretch] Eh, well, 'some people' aren't any fun to be around. They're probably the same ones who do their best to avoid me. Ruuude.
Caecilius: *snickers* And why would people want to avoid you? Unless those wings are meant for more than flying...?
Xinjiao: [Lifts at his wing and looks at it] Hum. I dunno. I guess I could knock someone over with 'em? I'm not much of a fighter though. Unless I gotta be, and even then... [Shrugs] Nah, I think it's a shock and awe kinda thing. Still rude.
Caecilius: Can't say I blame them, though at least it's obvious what those wings can do. I think the 'mystery' adds to the fear response. *snorts*
Xinjiao: Pffftt. [Laughs and refills both his glass and the canteen] I can live with being 'mysterious.'
Caecilius: It has it's advantages, for sure. *happily downs the new whisky* Most people never see me coming. Or if they do, they don't suspect anything.
Xinjiao: I'll take those advantages if it works with the ladies. I am a lover, not a fighter. [Drinks down his whisky and grins at the other male] Huuumm, should I be worried?
Caecilius: Yeah, attacking someone usually isn't the best way to show affection, so no dice for me. *tilts his head a little* I don't know, done anything stupid lately or have anyone out there that might want you 'taken care' of?
Xinjiao: Heh, yeah, pretty sure most people tend to get pissed off instead of turned on if you attack them. [Chuckles] You kidding? I'm always doing something stupid.
Caecilius: *nods* Now you see my problem. That's alright though, at least I get to do what I'm good at and make a living along the way. *waves him off* Everyone does stupid things. I mostly take care of people who have pissed off the wrong crowd. Beyond that I don't really ask questions, money is money for me.
Xinjiao: [Chuckles] I guess if it's not too much of a bother, it's not that big of a problem. [Finishes his glass of whisky and pours them each another measure.] I probably piss off more people than I intend on, but I think they mostly just shake their fist at the sky and yell "Daaaaammmmnnn yooooouu!" [Shrugs] Humm... The only use I really have for money is to replenish my stock. [Swirls the liquid around in the bottle] Oh. And food sometimes. Mostly liquor though.
Caecilius: *snickers* I can't say I've had many cases of people being up and about to do that, though I have waved mockingly from a shuttle in similar fashion a few times before. Once was before the refinery blew up, wish I had a camera for that one. *nods towards the bottle* Can't argue with that, though I wish I had such a simple life. Too many things I need in order to survive, unfortunately.
Xinjiao: Heh. I've never been on a space shuttle. [Shakes his head and takes a drink.] Refinery explosion? Hope it didn't ******** with the watershed around it. [Tips his head to the side] Never said it was simple. Maintaining healthy ecologies is hard, man. 'Specialy since everyone keeps messing around with 'em all the time.
Caecilius: My experiences in shuttles run the full gamut of horrible to spectacular, so they're just tools to me now. *stares at him blankly through his visor* I don't know man, I was paid to take care of a problem, not worry about the water supply. I'm sure if it was a problem they'd pay other people to handle it. Not like I planned for the thing to blow up anyway, just how it ended up. *tilts his head similarly* You...what? You some kind of scientist, because we might have issues if that's the case.
Xinjiao: I know about... canoes? Boats are pretty awesome in general. [Takes another drink.] Scientist? What. No. And even if I was, why would we have issues? [Frowns, not sure what would be wrong with that.] I just take care of the rivers and stuff. It's my thing.
Caecilius: I can understand that, my boats just tend to float through ether instead of water is all. *finishes the whisky in his canteen, but puts it back in a pocket* ...Don't worry about it, just a sore subject is all. *runs a hand through his hair absent-mindedly* So what does that make you, some sort of water...spirit...guardian...thing?
Xinjiao: Almost sounding poetic there. [Grins] Sore subject, I guess we all have at least one of those. [Clicks a nail against his glass in thought] Sorta. God of rivers, actually.
Caecilius:That boat is fighting against the current and not making any headway. Though honestly, any poetry from me is a complete accident. My art is fighting, not words. *nods* I have my fair share of pains, but I don't wear all of them on my sleeve like that. *stares blankly at the god and backs up just a little* Like...an actual god? Should I not have vaguely threatened you or something?
Xinjiao: Maybe you need better sails. [Grins] Can't say I'm much of a poet either. [Shrugs] Eh, we all have some sort of problem or another, right? I won't bug ya about it. [Stretches] Yup. I'm the genuine article. And seriously? Dude, it's fine.
Caecilius: *snorts* Sails would be nice, or a motor, or a goddamn paddle for all I care. Why are we even discussing a bad metaphor? *crosses his arms, nodding lightly as he tilts his head to the side* No offense, but that sounds like a terrible job. And boring.
Xinjiao: [Snorts] I have no clue. I think we stretched it a little far. [Tosses his head back with a sharp laugh] I've never got that reaction before. You're alright, man. [Shakes his head with a grin] It's not all that bad, but I can see how it wouldn't be for some people.
Caecilius: Maybe it's just because you're the water god, but to me taking care of rivers and whatnot would bore me to death. Can't beat up water or blow it up in any fun way. *pauses for a moment* But I'll bite, what's a typical day for you? Saving hapless fish from drowning, telling off people like me who don't care what the smoldering refinery is going to do to the lake?
Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 7:33 pm
Another In-thread Aianii x Kar'Hallarn Aps x Mouse Started August 25th, 2012
Kar'Hallarn: I'm going I'm going, no boots for me! *hops out of Mouse's brain*
Aianii: -Hums to herself while knitting a little scarf-
Kar: *perks up at the humming and slowly walks over to investigate, watching the Noodle creating something out of the yarn, but remaining silent*
Aianii: -Continues to knit until she hears a noise. Her ears perk forward. Suddenly she stops, sitting perfectly still with fear written on her face.- ...... -She didn't know rather to run or not move. The armor and cloth covering his body made her heart race with fear. Was he going to kill her?-
Kar: *tilts his head to the side when she froze, then starts looking around curiously for what could have spooked her.*
Aianii: -Once he looks away she quickly slips away, trying to get as far away before he spots her again.-
Kar: *turning back to look at the knitting Noodle, he blinked at the spot where she was just a moment ago, movement catching his eye as she escaped* Hey, wait up! *he dashes after her, still unsure of what she was scared of*
Aianii: -When she heard his voice and saw him coming after her, she squeaked and instantly tried to see if she could fit her small body under a narrow object to provide safety. After much work, she was able to slide under a couch, though her wedged body scraped against the undercarriage causing some pain to sear through her joints.- Owww... -She cried out but tried to keep her wincing as quiet as possible.-
Kar: *slows down as he watches the Noodle squeeze herself underneath a couch, tilting his head to the side again in confusion. Was he that scary? Walking to the front of the couch he carefully flopped onto the floor and peered at her from behind his mask* You alright? I won't hurt you...
Aianii: -Squeaking, she tried to shimmy herself to the opposite side of where he was.- I... You... You scared me.... -She still kept herself huddled in the corner, not daring to move.-
Kar: *He simply stares at her for a moment, maybe he was scary looking? Sighing lightly, he rested the chin of his helmet on the floor.* My apologies, I didn't intend to frighten you...
Aianii: -Shivers slightly, frowning a bit. Had she offended him? But what if he was going to hurt her, then what?- Then... why...? Why were you staring at me.... With a helmet... and armor... and... and... -Her voice became thinner towards the end of her statement as fear welled up in her.-
Kar: *He blinked at the Noodle, coming to realize that his appearance probably was a little...weird at best. He smiled lightly and shook his head a little, though she wouldn't be able to see the former through his helmet anyway* I kind of...have to wear this stuff, otherwise I'd get sick. It's...long and complicated really.
Aianii: -Blinks a bit.- You're sick? -She shimmies her head out from the bottom, letting a paw move forward while keeping the rest of her body pinned beneath the couch. Shifting her paw, she touched his helmet, concern in her eyes.- What's wrong with you?
Kar: *He shakes his head a little* Oh, no, I'm not sick. *He sighs, it was always a little...odd telling others about his kind.* My species has a weaker-than-normal immune system, so this suit protects me from the environment...basically. It's a...there's a lot more to it, but that's the short version...
Aianii: Oh... I see... -Sinks back under the couch a little, but not completely away.- Is there... um... anyway I can help? -She figured there wasn't, but she didn't really know what to say.-
Kar: *He smiled and shook his head a little, though he knew she wouldn't be able to see his expressions.* No, I can take care of myself, as long as I have the suit to protect me from the outside world... *He trailed off, that almost made it sound like he was crippled or something...*
Aianii: -Tilting her head to the side, she shimmied somewhat out from under the couch.- Are you... scared like I am? -Blinks slightly, her ears still somewhat down on her skull.-
Kar: *He shook his head again* No, not really. If I'm careful I'm fine, and if I'm not...well, it just depends on how bad of a mistake I made really. *He scoots back a bit to give her space*
Aianii: -Ducks her head a little, but doesn't slide under the couch this time.- What do you mean... made a mistake?
Kar: *He looks to the side for a moment* Ahhh...yeah, like if I'm not careful with the seals in the suit, for instance. Keeping the filters clean and working as well, but that's just maintenance really.
Aianii: Oh. -She really knew nothing about mechanical things. Where she came from there was no electricity or advanced mechanic machines.- Can... Can... I ask how it works?
Kar: How...what works? My suit? It's just sealed against the outside environment, so I have my own personal air supply and whatnot. And the filters...well, filter stuff to keep the air clean. *Unsure of how else to explain it*
Aianii: -Scratches the back of her head.- Oh, sorry. -Ears flop down somewhat.- I didn't know if it was something special... or... I don't really know much about machines.
Kar: I guess the only special thing about it is that I pretty much live with this thing on. The only time I can be without it is if I'm in a special clean room really... *He laughs softly* I have to be good with machines, all of my uh...kind do, otherwise we'd never be able to live our nomadic lifestyle.
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Uhhhhhm. Just a post for random RP tidbits. Like, via text message lul.
Sept. 5th, 2012 Tayce, Cyp, Cae.
Tayce: *sits on Cyp* >|
Cyp: *pokes armor* CRAB BATTLE! 8|!
Tayce: *makes pinchy motions with her hands, and then proceeds to sweep his legs out from under him, clearly cheating* 8D!
Cyp: Devious crustacean! *tackles and tries to restrain the fierce claws*
Tayce: ? *picks up the flailing male and holds him far away from her body, as if he were nothing more than a prissy feline. Her head tilts quizzically as she looks at him*
Cyp: Do not toy with me, crab! I will serve you with butter sauce! *whips out a claw cracker and attacks one of her gauntlets with it*
Tayce: *doesn't want her armor dinged, and lightly tosses him back before running her other hand over the scored gauntlet* ...?
Cyp: *stays where he falls, looking at the cracker in dismay, bent from the attempt to open her armor* Impossible! No crab can withstand this kind of attack!
Tayce: *not sure if this is play or not, but amused, she turns her head towards him, slowly. Blinking at him, though he can't see it, she raises both hands and taps her fingers to mimic pinchers before scuttling to the left and then back to the right gleefully. Like some crazy crabby victory dance/shuffle*
Cyp: Taunt -me- will you?! *tosses the ruined cracker to the side and faces off against his armored opponent, mimicking the crab stance*
Tayce: *thinks better of this and runs to hide behind Cae*
Cyp: *has no concept of self-rp and just hands it over to Cae* 8|a
Cae: *doodles "BOOM!" on Tayce's faceplate* : D
Tayce: *has no idea what the word means since she doesn't speak mean-face, but tweaks her ears as she stares at it. Putting her fists on her hips for a moment, she looks at him before flicking his forehead* >: P
Cae: *unperturbed, he taps his chin for a moment, before continuing to doodle fireworks, a mushroom cloud, and a bomb icon with a smiley face. And then just gives up and adds smiley faces all over the place* []D!
Feb 5th, 2013 Cae, Dagda, Maero, Tayce
Roserain: The first Maero ever was quad-exclusive due to shop setting. But, her story was thin. In TLN she'll be anthro because it makes more sense and allows for more to happen. Y'know, cause thumbs
Dagda: Omai.
Maero: *glares and flattens her ears*
Cae: *takes off his Dagda mask* Kidding, kidding. Jeez. []P Dagda: *somewhere else* ...What? *quivers for some reason*
Maero: *stares at the mask in confused horror* Tayce: .... ........ *ganks the mask and runs with it* 8D
Cae: Hey! Not fair, you already have a mask! D[]< *chases after*
Tayce: *puts the mask over her helmet while running and promptly smacks into a wall*
Cae: *snickers and plucks his mask from the downed Spartan, standing over her in mock chagrin* Now that you know my secret, I can't let you leave. []Da
Tayce: *not sure what he said, but seems to be in play. Springing up, she snatches for the mask, trying to crawl all over him to reach it.* P:
Cae: *Grins, amused at her attempts to get the mask, and eventually sticks it back on her head. Backwards, so that it looks as if she could see behind herself*
Tayce:*huffs at him, getting off so she can stand with her back to him and her fists on her hips. Apparently glaring at him via mask-face*
Cae: *Snickers and pokes the base of her ears* []Da *Thinks better of the idea and skritches them a little instead.*
Tayce: *flicks her ears with each poke, pulling them away from his annoying jabs. Until the prods became something else. Spine going straight in surprise, she quickly melts into the touch, making a small gurgling sound as she leans into his hands* ~?
Cae: *Lightly rubs at her ears, grinning at her response* Yes, yes, all the better to prevent your escape~ []D!
Tayce: *leans further back, risking toppling over to press her ears into hs hands. Though they tweaked at his tone and she felt a sense of forboding, though the words were meaningless* .............?
Cae: *Waits until she's leaning back just enough, and walks his hands down to her shoulders. Pulling her into him, he gently grabs his mask back in his teeth*
April 27th, 2013 Leta, Nysus
Leta: *stares at a rotating fan* 8|
Nysus: *crawls along the floor all stealthy-like towards Leta* P|
Leta: *ear twitches, aware but ignorant to the other*
Nysus: *inches closer aaaaaand gently bites her ankle. Best plan* |D
Leta: *blinks and turns to look at Nysus, blank in expression* Are you expecting something from me?
Nysus: *bolts upright* SHE LIVES! You had me worried there for a second...
Leta: *stares* Worried?
Nysus: Sometimes, yeah. *nods towards what she was watching* What's with the fan?
Leta: *looks back at it* I wish to discover the purpose.
Nysus: *pads over to the fan, examining it from many angles* Well...I think it...pushes air? How specific are you thinking?
Leta: ....Air. *examines it up close, the slightest of frowns at the corners of her mouth but quickly disappearing* I wasn't aware that air was able to be put into motion by force. I... cannot tell the difference between air in motion from that of stationary.
Nysus: Uh...well, I'm no physicist, but I think when the blades spin they push the air away from them, since they're angled. Beyond that, I don't think I'd be able to help you figure it out...
Leta: *ear twitches, turning to look at Nysus* I must apologize. I had pegged you a moron upon your... assault.
Nysus: *ears droop, and he collapses to the ground, slightly dramatic* I know I'm not super smart, but... *ears perk up* Hang on. You can't feel air moving, but you could feel me biting you?
Leta: *blinks* No... I was... already aware of you. And you disturbed the sequencing numerals that make up my leg.... *pauses* Like... an informational "bloodflow", I suppose.
Nysus: *ears droop again* Okay, now I feel stupid again. I mean, I wasn't extremely convinced that you didn't know I was there. But...what did all of that mean? Some fancy skin-tight suit thing you wear?
Leta: *just.. blinks in rapid succession* OH... Well i suppose you aren't aware, it doesn't make you 'stupid'. I am an artificial intelligence. An AI, as they like to put it in shorter terms. I am born of data, rather than flesh and bone.
Nysus: And now you're just rubbing it in... That... I mean... *flops over* How does that even work? *rubs his head* Whaaaa?
Leta: *has a small smile flicker on her features* It doesn't matter. Just know that it does work, and I exist from an AI father and a normal mother. *hesitates a minute before lightly patting him on the head*
Nysus: *eyes glaze over* But... Then... How does... Bluuuuuuuuuh can we just change subjects? I don't think my head can handle anymore of this right now... *accepts the head pat with even more confusion*
Leta: Well, what subject would you rather talk about?
Nysus: Something that won't make me question my own existence, would be nice. Like uh...weather! That's a safe topic. *thinks for a moment* I hope...
Leta: *glances out the window* Do you consider it good weather?
Nysus: *gets up off the floor and peers out the window as well* Well...yeah. Could be better, could be worse.
Leta: *raises one brow slightly* What weather is your preferred?
Nysus: Pretty much anything that's not too hot and not too cold. Not really a fan of ice, myself. *shrugs* What about you?
Leta: ...... I am partial to any weather with a bright sun.
Nysus: I like the sun too, but I can't stand it being too hot. I don't want my fur to melt off or anything...
May 10th, 2013 Aella, Kar
RNG save me!
*boots Kar out because I said so that's why*
Kar: What? That wasn't even a fair pick! *mutters behind his mask*
Aella: "Quit'chur bitchin', Quarian. At least it makes sense that you'd get tossed around by a human, a Turian? Not so much."
*Glares miserably*
Kar: "Why's that? Afraid you'd get caught up in my suit'n'tubes and end up with a liability on your fringe?" *tries to contain a snicker behind his voice modulator*
Aella: *Twitches her mandibles at the upstart, at least someone was in a good mood.*
"I just don't like someone messing with my spurs. I'm sure you wouldn't want someone tweaking your... dials? Buttons? How the hell does that thing work anyway?"
Kar: "Messing with my straps would be more apt, since these things are meant to be snug. The suit would look...ancient if there were buttons and dials everywhere." *pauses a moment, not sure if she was even sincere in her question*
Aella: *Raises her brow-plates in mild interest. Sounded more like armor and less like a kitchen appliance. Did that mean Quarians were outfitted for combat at all times? She mulled over the ramifications from a cop's perspective for a bit while crossing her arms over her chest and tapping a clawed hand on her shoulder.*
"I wonder how it compares to a volus' envirosuit. I suppose the main difference is that you poke one of those and you run like hell because it's gonna blow. You'd just... I don't know, get the sniffles. .... And die from the sniffles."
Kar: *Watches her posture change, wondering what sort of gears he had started working in her head. Though, sometimes he was grateful that he couldn't see what she was thinking. His interest was piqued a bit though.* "I would not just 'die from the sniffles'. We've dealt with our immune system long enough to know how to take care of ourselves. It's not like we're just given a black box as kids and told to take care of it or we'll die, with no instruction manual." *Pauses for a moment, still unsure if she was actually interested or not.* "Our suits can also be pressurized, and we'd be able to live in a Volus environment. Though the suit would need to be insulated, as the climate control system wouldn't be able to keep up."
Aella: Apparently she struck a bit of a nerve on that one, getting the third degree about some or other. Honestly she stopped listening. Beyond the the concept that Quarians might not be as fragile as they let on, it sounded like a bunch of techy crap or culture blah blah she wasn't interested in.
She snorted once he was finished, raising a hand to dismissively wave her hand.
"Ok, not the sniffles then. But why the suit if you're able to 'take care of yourselves', hm? You guys act like you'd all die if a Krogan passed gas in the same room. ... I might -wish- to die, but my body wouldn't keel over from some minor environmental hazard."
Kar: *Frowns behind his mask as she pretty much shrugs off what he was saying, a little more obvious that she didn't really care about the tech behind his suit. He couldn't help but laugh a bit at the Krogan joke, albeit at the expense of both species.* "Do I really need to give you a history lesson about Quarians, Aella? Or are you just trying to test out the heat regulators in my suit?"
Aella: She cracked a grin in good humor, her teeth showing as her mandibles flared. So the boy could bite back, eh? Relaxing her arms to raise her hands up in the Turian form of a shrug, she smirked with a chuckle.
"No offense, Quarian, but I never went through medic training or culture...eh 'sensitivity courses' for C-Sec, wasn't my focus and I'm not that important to waste credits on. My knowledge of your kind is limited to-"
At this she raised her hand and held up one talon-tiped finger, to illustrate as she counted off
"-One, you guys created the Geth. Two, the geth blew up your homeworld. Three, you're all in suits because of life ship-hopping or something."
Kar: "Really? And they let you on the Presidium? What if you accidentally offended some diplomat or another? You might start a war with the Salarians, and then we'd all be in trouble until dinner time." He folded his arms across his chest at her interpretation of the recent history of his species. Close enough, for the most part. Grinning behind his mask, he added another prod with amusement. "Is that really all you know? Or are you just out of fingers?"
Aella: She shook her head and pointed at him.
"You're obviously not from around here, Kar. What do you think is the worst thing that happens on the Presidium? They gave me an easy position for a reason, I'm still a rookie so to speak. I think the worst thing I've seen is a couple of Krogan trying to get into the ponds to go fishing. Amazed they got up the elevator, honestly. We're pretty much just for show and to act as breathing reminders of the Law."
Her eyes hooded at that comment, withholding her opinion on just how many politicians she thought actually cared about the Law. Or only when it was convenient for them to do so. Her expression soothed though, when he made the quip about her counting.
"Nope, that's pretty much- oh wait, you guys are dextro too, right? Yippee for us."
Kar: "Really. The Quarian isn't from around here." He let the rest slide, a little more interested in the Krogan incident than with continuing to prod at her. "Why would Krogans want to go fishing in the Presidium? Do they even keep fish in those ponds? Wouldn't make much sense to me..." Nodding a little animatedly at the dextro comment, he warns her off. "Yeah, woo yay for dextro. So stay away from me if you ever catch something from C-Sec, I don't need that sort of excitement in my life."
Aella: She flicked her fingers at him in the Turian fashion for an inappropriate gesture though she was grinning widely. This was the first time that she was genuinely enjoying talking with the Quarian and he felt... well, more like a person rather than a problem.
"Why does everyone wonder if there's fish in there? You're right though, there isn't. Logic doesn't stop people from asking though."
At his last comment she flicks at him with both hands, the equivalent of telling him to go play in traffic. Not that she thought he would understand, or get that it was in the spirit of fun.
"I thought that's what your suit was for, to prevent you from even getting something that'll knock you a** over helmet. Like, I don't know, a cough."
Kar: "Probably because they forget that the Citadel is a giant space station, not something planet-side." He blinked at her, similarly not well-informed on Turian customs, at least not enough to understand what she was doing. She was grinning though, so whatever it was must have been in a playful manner. "The suit is to keep us isolated from the outside world, but it still needs to come off every so often. Aside from that, a human sickness would, at worst, make me miserable for a week or so. Something from another dextro like you could jeopardize my life." He shrugged, it wasn't as if he ran around suit-less in anything besides a clean room anyway.
Aella: Blinking at him, she tried to absorb the realization that he'd have to come out of his suit at some point. Which meant that all Quarians did eventually. Honestly she didn't think of them as separate from their suit, so this sounded very much like learning that humans could take off their skin or something equally disturbing. There was no real way to ask about it without seeming like some backworld hick though. What, did she expect them to be part Geth themselves?
...kinda, yea.
"So... you're not always in your suit. What about the Floatila? Do you guys get to wear street clothes in your own ships?"
The biology lesson was interesting but not really her thing, though she was sure her parents or even her Second sister would be fascinated or already knew.
Wait, what was a clean room? She'd never heard of that before.
Kar: Shaking his head, he frowned a bit. "No. It would be nice if we could, but there are too many variables that could go wrong on the ships, especially in the condition most are in. Keelah, we have a few ships that are still around from when we were exiled from Rannoch. Sometimes I feel like half the reason we're in suits is because the hull might just vent somewhere..." He focused on her for a moment, skirting around the entire purpose of his Pilgrimage for now. No need to wrench a dead engine, as it were. "But hey, we have the largest fleet of the Council races, despite not having any representation." He shrugged and laughed a bit, the last part being mostly in jest, and not really an issue to him.
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